I hate myself But all my demons are my own
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
i sleeps with the fridges
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Existential dieting
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Just a git
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones