this is lonliness in it's truest form.

[purplecherry]

i have no one to talk to.
and nothing to do.

and i think i'm drunk.
but really, i have noone that i want to talk to
who can i talk to?
and i have nothing i want to do.

what do i want.

where should i go.
where would i go if i could

i could be having shitfuck fun.
but if i were there would i miss here?
if i were there i would most likely be having the same debate
of whether or not it's true that there is no "home" after we leave.

it's just a thought.
so where do i want to be.

satisfaction is never gained.
only the boldness of a public post.
for all of the people i know that read. that i don't want to see.

and i've been thinking about confidence.
and that girls don't envy size it's just the satisfaction with ones self.
does anyone contain it? or is it all simply the same act that i put on everyday?
is anyone seriously happy?
all the girls that flaunt their own bodies as something they're proud of
or do they flaunt their bodies because that's all they can really do.

i can see the veins in my ankles. and they look empty.
am i dead?
is this public.

i love you.