(melodramatic, me? nooo.)
"You're so miserable to be around! God dammit!"
I titter like a maniac. And I am one. "I wish you had a better wife, too," I offer. I forgot to take my Prozac. Again. Manic episode, thy name is Wil!
He grins like he's fattening me up for the kill (oh but you've done the former for him already, plumpcious); all he needs is a knife, but we don't keep those around anymore, do we?
Never felt so lonely... then you came along. So now what should I do? I'm strung out, addicted to you.
If I had to put up with a bundle of anxiety masking itself as a person, I'd probably snap too.
I'll dream about dying alone in a basement tonight, and it'll be the only thing to make me smile in my pill-induced sleep.
I titter like a maniac. And I am one. "I wish you had a better wife, too," I offer. I forgot to take my Prozac. Again. Manic episode, thy name is Wil!
He grins like he's fattening me up for the kill (oh but you've done the former for him already, plumpcious); all he needs is a knife, but we don't keep those around anymore, do we?
Never felt so lonely... then you came along. So now what should I do? I'm strung out, addicted to you.
If I had to put up with a bundle of anxiety masking itself as a person, I'd probably snap too.
I'll dream about dying alone in a basement tonight, and it'll be the only thing to make me smile in my pill-induced sleep.