God Thinks I'm Abel

George & Martha Sad Sad Sad...

I've been feeling quite out of step lately.
Maybe it's been the late nights and the new friends.
Or old friends that have just faded and who have gotten lost in the blur of things.
Who the hell knows.
This is an emo entry so it promises nothing glamorous or exciting.

Trips aren't even the same anymore.
They make me sick.

They don't make people like they used to.
Feeling outdated. Like my naiivety belongs in a separate time altogether.
It's all about brutal self-preservation- no offence. I like you and all but I care about myself more.
Sincerity is archaic.

How can I love you if I barely even love myself.
I always knew things fall apart.