Goodbye to the broken.

There's nothing funny about the hollow sound of your own laughter when you know you should be crying. I can feel my own defence mechanisms kicking (my teeth) in. However intoxicated I am, no matter how much attention I get, it doesn't erase the stinging feeling of emptiness that I get every time I stop to think. I've been telling myself I never actually even desired to have what I didn't get. I guess I delve into escapism even more than I used to, and I've always been a fast runner when it comes to reality.