My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
Denial and repression keep me breathing
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
i sleeps with the fridges
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Existential dieting
Garden of ugh
Everything is best Because you Because me
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Existential dieting
Garden of ugh
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
no food starve die die u bastard
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
To be in love With candid kitchen you
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like