You hold on to the past, you make yourself miserable
and I’m ruled by seasons of sadness — it’s inexplicable
and we will find a way to be lonely any chance we get
and I’ll keep having dreams about loveless marriage and regret.
If the gods are fair, than I am fucked.
Maybe this year I’ll get myself up off the floor and try to pretend that things are getting better, that I’m changing — but I still feel the same.
I haven’t stopped drinking since we met. You never intoxicated me enough.
I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end
but I choose to abuse for the time being
maybe I’ll live but for now I’ve decided to die
Anonymous said: I have discovered Self Defense Family to basically be a watered down, worse Rites Of Spring. How do you feel now that I've found your secret and exposed you to the public?