love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
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
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
House sleepers important too
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
no food starve die die u bastard
keep thinking I should do something but nah
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
Denial and repression keep me breathing
I'm not a monster I am a monster
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Does nothing - shocker!
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying