i sleeps with the fridges
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Garden of ugh
Existential dieting
Does nothing - shocker!
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
I'm not a monster I am a monster
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
My mind destroys worlds Have some