Sedatephobia – fear of silence.

Current mood: creative

For those who didn’t know. Know me. Sesquipedalian. Ha got you there. Big words and overused lines. My life in a nutshell. Kiss and tell. Or not kiss and tell anyway. Filled with a fever only a needle can cure. Not how you think though. Drug of choice doesn’t come in the form of a chemical. More like pain and creativity. Naivety. Will I hate it later in life once I start to fall apart? Too late in more ways than one. Decomposing daily. Straightedge means getting off in more unconventional ways. Guitar strings and drum beats instead of diamond rings and opera seats. Classy is not in my existential vocabulary. How can you be egotistical and still hate yourself?

Contradictory truths.
Proud to show the proof.