adrenaline
nothing is different. its just out of my head now. like spilling my words into sentences the thoughts are finally gone. i can lay in the wake of regret now, promising to never do it again.
my heart is still racing. a flight or fight against myself. i am the killer in this movie. the hooded slasher lingering just beyond what they can see.
running from myself in a situation where i cant run. trust the part of myself blindly led by need. just a few, just a moment. its adrenaline isnt it? the panic? my own creation is this emotion.
im an idiot.
its over now. whatever. move on, forget, keep your mouth shut. put it in a shitty vent that doesnt hold anything worthwhile. at least i try to be poetic sometimes, not now. not in this bullshit that i didnt have to write. i need to keep it to myself
because im okay now.
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