Human
I'd like someone to talk to. Someone I could just ramble on with. I don't have that connection with anyone.
Each spoonful of ice cream is a swallow of poison. It's not even ice cream anymore, just cream. It has no appeal to me whatsoever right now, but I keep scooping it up. I hope to crumble.
Each spoonful of ice cream is a swallow of poison. It's not even ice cream anymore, just cream. It has no appeal to me whatsoever right now, but I keep scooping it up. I hope to crumble.