My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
Existential dieting
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Big soft pig cushion
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
I'm not a monster I am a monster
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin