Same old sh-
I'm breaking up, I'm choking up. I can't get my head around anything or a certain thing at the moment. I can hold my breath for a whole minute. I feel like my stomach and throat are full of vomit. And my head. And my chest. Holy crap, how do I talk? I got nothing to lose but I can't bring myself to open my mouth. Instead I just drive a stake into my chest. Don't mind me, hanging out in the tree outside your window. I'm not watching you change, I'm watching you stay the same. Please don't think I'm creepy, I may not be cool but we might be compossible if we gave it a shot.
You've stumped me, again. Note to self: move on.
You've stumped me, again. Note to self: move on.