chicka chicka slim shady
eye think my lazy eye is cute. but thats m’eye opinion.
what we had was like james’ room when we used to hotbox it last summer. stagnant and hard to breathe in. it feels good to step outside.
this is profoundly saddening and im tired of sublimating. I no longer want to divert my desires into something productive, i want to fulfill them. this feels wrong.
nostalgia will do me no good
your name now feels unfamiliar
i have a sneaking suspicion that the cat is dead
im thinking myself in circles
I want your attention all of the time.
I love you, you say you love me
act like it