NETTLE BOY

selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights

I’m gonna pout and float all in space

Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff

I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent

waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry

just want something to soften the edges of my distress

Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder

It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead

i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera

I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever

I hate myself But all my demons are my own

Just a git

My mind destroys worlds Have some

I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying

Denial and repression keep me breathing

I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with

A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day

I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you

I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier

My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose

Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back

i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like

just want something to soften the edges of my distress