Playlist done on impulse, 11 tracks worth

Youth's only over if you let it fade from worrywart on 8tracks.

{my blog keeps me company}

no one here asks if i'm okay

or if  i'm happy

or if i'm hungry

no one here asks how i am 

or if i'm holding up

or if i want some company

no one here  greets me good morning

or asks me what i've been up to

or  gives me a hug when i'm down

which is why I have a blog

but i'm sorry

if sometimes

 it does not suffice

i need real people too

{it's quiet company}

"It's a terrible love and I'm walking with spiders."

{sleep cures perfection}

I was angry
so I spread myself on the cold tiled floor 
 bled with colors and words instead of tears 
this is what became of me.