My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
Does nothing - shocker!
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Garden of ugh
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Everything is best Because you Because me
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
Greedy pig life
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes