The horror of waking up as myself. Again
i sleeps with the fridges
arse piece *giggle*
no food starve die die u bastard
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
Does nothing - shocker!
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
arse piece *giggle*
i sleeps with the fridges
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
I'm not a monster I am a monster
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
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
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day