this is the sound of the hopeless one.
IM BITING MY NAILS SO MUCH SOON I WONT BE ABLE TO PICK UP THAT SHINY PENNY THAT YOULL DROP TO GET A GOOD SHOT OF MY ASS. AND THE DAILY SHOWS RUNNING ON REPEAT AND EVERYONES LAUGHING AND ALL I CAN SEE ARE THE FOUR POLICE CARS LINED UP OUTSIDE. AND MY DAD SAYS, "LOOK FARMILIAR?" AND I SAY, "WELL, OUR NEIGHBORS WERENT SO CLOSE." AND WE GET ONE GOOD FUCKING CHUCKLE FROM MY PAIN. BUT THE BLUE LIGHTS FLASH TO BLOOD AND GUNSHOTS. AND GUNS MEAN TEARS AND TEARS MEAN FIVE MORE ENTRIES TONIGHT. AND ENTRIES MEAN MORE PICTURES BUT MY BATTERIES WONT WORK. AND I WANT TO CALL AND ASK HIM TO COME OVER, BUT HES THREE HOURS AWAY WITH ZERO CELL PHONE RECEPTION. AND IM MISSING HIM AND WAITING FOR THIS TO END. AND MY THUMB HURTS FROM PRESSING DOWN THE ENTER KEY. AND MY BROTHERS PLAYING VIDEO GAMES. HE DOESNT NOTICE. NO ONE NOTICES. THEY DONT EVEN NOTICE IM MAKING OUT WITH A TWENTY YEAR OLD AT LEAST FIVE TIMES A DAY. I WONDER IF THEY WOULD NOTICE IF I FUCKED HIM. AND MY BEST FRIENDS SAY WERE ALRIGHT BUT I FEEL AVOIDED AND UNWANTED. BUT MY SHRINK WILL TELL ME WHAT TO DO. JUST FIVE MORE DAYS. JESUS.
WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY SEE IN ME?
WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY SEE IN ME?