i survive on the breath you are finished with.
sometimes i see the things i do and i feel how i am acting and i just fucking hate it. but its like im watching my body run on autopilot, and i cant stop the plane from crashing. i do things i dont want to do, and say things i dont want to say, and most enormously i feel things i have no intention of feeling. but the feelings consume and shake me and break me down until i find myself on my back...