My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
Greedy pig life
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
To own desired objects
Existential dieting
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
no food starve die die u bastard
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying