interupted666

i havnt been on deviant for a long time i guess i lost the interest for a while theres been so many things going on but now i feel as if i need it again. i started drawing again. its been so long i just submitted some new art will be more though

its like a big hole in the middle of me. i cant descibe the way im feeling. its sort of a tingeling feeling but at the same time im out of breath..only one has made me feel like this. once again Spit me out   I'm glad I don't belong   Save me the speech You'll be forgotten and gone   It burns, it rips, it hurts in flames-leeches

i remember sitting on the stairs almost every night around 12 with you, and complain about everything. how shit everything was. how we wanted to be somewhere else. somewhere better. how hard everything was for us. that we didnt fit in. we needed to experience something new, something different. how fucking selfish can you be? honestly you know what i mean now there is nothing more that i want than that..just sneaking out, and go to the stairs and enjoy the night. now their so far away arnt they?