A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
no food starve die die u bastard
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
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
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
To own desired objects
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier