Failure. Looking into a puddle and pretending it's a sea. (Still trying to swim, or win affection or something fucking futile.) Silly, stupid, empty little girl tangled in sheets. I'm coming back because it's painful here, and I want to figure out why. Used to conquering, but let me repeat brightly and beautifully; Failure. I still haven't seen the ocean. And as long as I'm failing, I might as well accomplish something. Anything. A friend, an adventure, a fucking conversation. Watch me pretend to hold a gun to my head and blow my brains out.
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