05.12.23, or things I've done about it

[anabypixies]

I wrote a thousand songs apbout it

I puked and cried and squirmed about it

I hid under my bed about it

so why does it linger still?

I told her everything about it

I hugged and screamed an fought about it

I'm writing to myself about it

emaciate how I feel

I'm tired, mom. I wanna sleep in.

I know you hate it, mom.

I hate it too.