I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
To be in love With candid kitchen you
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Denial and repression keep me breathing
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
No drama Except the shit I have in my head