Walk away, and walk so far that you won't even want to make the trip back. Don't listen to what the shadows have to say, they want to ruin your night, but it just can't happen. Make it new, just walk until it's new, walk until you just can't think of it anymore. You're a miserable person hidden behind the things you use as medicine.
But it's already made, isn't it? Or, is it not? You maybe shouldn't hate. Hating will keep the wound fresh, so maybe just forget. Hate, hate, forget, forget, medicate, medicate.
You tie me up! I've had enough. So medicate! Medicate...
Do what I can to keep my mind off of it. Keep my mind away from everything in the past, that I always seem to leave to rot in my system. I do things that take my mind off itself, I do things that interest me and discard things that bore me. I medicate...
Whatever makes you smile, whatever makes you sing.
Whatever makes you awesome!
Whatever takes it off your mind. Whatever makes you free. I'm not free, yet, either... but I believe I can free myself in time. Until then, I can do this, I think, so
...and get away. Get away from the influences that keep you from being anything but everything you want to be. Medicate with whatever your mind can use... medicate, medicate. Medicate your mind into a mesmerical trance. Medicate your body into hypnotism. Medicate your feelings into numbness. Medicate your memories into non existence. Medicate yourself into oblivion.
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