obnoxious laughter, rings through the atmosphere, taunting you, taunting you to shame.

you dear girl, are pathetic, absolutely pathetic.

god help you, once you manage to get the energy to help yourself.

you will always, in this moment, in this time and in this place, be a half image of what you are. this is the lowest of the low, self pity before sunrise, mutilation before conquer.

an addiction to sleeping pills because nothing makes time pass faster than slumber- classy.