new terrain
My willingness to format this rant properly is insufficient to allow the full dispersion of my stress.
I remember when words came to me like STDs to a courtesan. Stupid dead brain cells. Broken synapses and what not.
Feeling kind of bound to my current location. FUCK this shit. I think this person saw me before I saw them, and I only noticed them until they wanted me to. Now I notice them a whole lot more. But what am I seeing? Cute hair, lipstick and curves. Who do I know but a girl that likes my ? Everything else is irrelevant at the moment. But I feel like I'm going past the point of no return somehow, urged on by instinct while still guarding emotion and personality.
She just makes it so easy to want more. How can I say no?
How can I find the time to make my shitty little room a home? Where is my time aside from countless hours wasted to a glowing screen hardly communicating with people?
Such gratuitous, self-indulgent, and ultimately useless behavior. Oh well.
I remember when words came to me like STDs to a courtesan. Stupid dead brain cells. Broken synapses and what not.
Feeling kind of bound to my current location. FUCK this shit. I think this person saw me before I saw them, and I only noticed them until they wanted me to. Now I notice them a whole lot more. But what am I seeing? Cute hair, lipstick and curves. Who do I know but a girl that likes my ? Everything else is irrelevant at the moment. But I feel like I'm going past the point of no return somehow, urged on by instinct while still guarding emotion and personality.
She just makes it so easy to want more. How can I say no?
How can I find the time to make my shitty little room a home? Where is my time aside from countless hours wasted to a glowing screen hardly communicating with people?
Such gratuitous, self-indulgent, and ultimately useless behavior. Oh well.