This mood is black. And in this mood, words exit my body by two means, either in song or on paper. All others are torn from my lips,unwilling and bitter, extracted like venom from a wound.
I acomplished nothing today. Not one single thing beyond typing these words into an email that shall soon be sent to my blog, full of bitter depressing other entries that people are tired of reading.
This mood is indeed very black.
And there's nothing I'm going to do about it but be angry.
"are you sure you're not wearing a horcrux?"
"nope, it's just a fucked up mood kinda day"
tell me a story
- rachel s.
- i was born in april, making me an aries and a fan of the letter a and the number nine. i am are strong willed and tenderhearted, prone to tears, angry fits of rage and laughter. i like tea, poems, rain, songs on repeat, good friends, pretty eyes, bad tv, and good teeth.
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