Hey, hey.

It's funny how fast things happen. you go from numb and feelingless to a utter mess. I was walking home in my Dr. Martens boots. After walking for about 10 mins they start ripping up my heels, dragging my skin right off of them. I had a bottle of half a liter diet coke in one hand, and a "Smart" cigarette in the other. I started thinking about what I'm going to tell him, oh you know, the one who broke my heart cause I had this stupid fantasy in my head that he would be the one, the one to make me feel good, the one to make all my troubles go away. I put all my hope upon him, which may have been the biggest mistake of my life. Anyway, the pain in my heels were getting more and more intense. Feeling my skin getting wiped away. The pain in my heart suddenly started to reappear, as my thought kept going over the stuff that happened, going over what i'll say. I started walking faster, deliberately making the pain greater. Walking faster and faster, almost running. Everything to keep the heartache away. Castles were screaming "Scars will heal soon" into my ears. I grabbed a handfull of snow, and held it till i reached my door, making my hand almost numb. And now I'm sitting here, trying to focus on writing this. My heart is hurting, so is my head. I'm bleeding inside my shoes, eyes are going blurry again. Darling, I don't feel so good.

I'm still wearing my boots, oh baby.