I hate myself But all my demons are my own
keep thinking I should do something but nah
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
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
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
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 do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
keep thinking I should do something but nah
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Poking wounds with rusty spoons