Limitations Melt At The Mention Of My Name

Notes from West Palm Beach...

Crying for the sake of the taste. The "in crowd" is on the outs. My self esteem rivals an obsessed diver without an oxygen tank.

As long as you keep pulling at straws, I will keep holding them out there. Kind of weird how even my skin feels tired and sore. Not really sure where my life is headed but at least I know where it's not.

I've got them all out of my system. It's not like I don't know that they're currently working out a plan to seep back in, they always do. But for now I can lock my door and lose myself in the spaces they've been occupying. Reclaiming the corners of my mind and such. That's how I'm livin'.

When I say I fall in love with strangers, I mean I fall out of love with everyone else.