WRECK THIS JOURNAL.

so it's a work in progress

creep

you float like a feather in a beautiful world
i wish i was special; you're so fuckin' special

but i'm a creep - i'm a weirdo
what the fuck am i doing here?
i don't belong here

i don't care if it hurts, i wanna have control
i want a perfect body, i want a perfect soul

i want you to notice when i'm not around
you're so fucking special; i wish i was special


started working on my wreck this journal. pages in progress.