I went to detroit to confuse myself with another boy, when i just found out that i don't need it. i love to play these silly games with myself, see how easily i can lose my head. I lean to uncertainty and beg for honesty, I tip and tumble, wobble and fall down. I don't want what they have, I don't want the kisses on the cheek, the love-stoned stares. I want my fucking head on my shoulders. Uncertainty, mania, insecurity, manipulation; the names of my enemies tattooed on my forearms, always three steps ahead of my planned days, shining in a room full of lamps while I fuck up in the darkness.
I'll rid myself of it. I'll take a deep breath and forget about your existence.