My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
Big soft pig cushion
Denial and repression keep me breathing
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
I'm not a monster I am a monster
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
arse piece *giggle*
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
To be in love With candid kitchen you
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
Garden of ugh
Just a git
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with