daddy's nice.
hell, i'm getting along with the family these days.
i wonder why.

my jaws hurt now,
from all the fake smiles and whathaveyou.
i'm aching to find my release.
but i'm afraid of disappointing bamboostick.

i remember his face everytime he sees my arms.
i hate that look.
but it's getting harder to stop.
i'm addicted to the rush of it.
don't kill me iggy,
but telling you everything doesn't solve the problem at all.
i hate disappointing you, but that's what always happens.
yet, you're only there to help clean up my mess when i screw up.
you'll be the first to rush over when i break down.
and the only one who will carry out my crazy ideas.
if i believed in best friends,
that would be you bamboostick.

i feel very much awake now.
it's a big change and improvement from the past few days.
2:19 AM
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