Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
To own desired objects
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
arse piece *giggle*
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
My mind destroys worlds Have some
I'm not a monster I am a monster
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
Big soft pig cushion
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day