Seriously theres a void in my heart I can't fill, I obsessively cling to painful memories and let my imagination run rampant, and when it gets to much to bare, I lose control of the steering wheel, forget about consequences, and let my poor mental state own, define me and unleash it's unfiltered wrath on the ones I love most.

I hurt people and they need to vacate away from me, space they're entitled to that I have a tough time respecting without getting the idea in my head that I need to cut them out in cold, indefinite blood or relentlessly try to force redemption. I pull people into my turbulent bullshit and am beginning to feel its selfish to even bother with bonds.