a test is on the way
I feel like i'm walking in mud. Slow, sticky, uncomfortable.
There is no relief except what i imagine is there.
I can't seem to lecture myself out of feeling things i shouldn't feel, or acting in ways i shouldn't act. I wish my conscience had a tazer.
It's not me anymore. I don't know when i'll be back. I hope i went someplace nice, and maybe i'll have taken pictures.
good gosh, it's not so very desperate, I just need to listen to something soothing.
There is no relief except what i imagine is there.
I can't seem to lecture myself out of feeling things i shouldn't feel, or acting in ways i shouldn't act. I wish my conscience had a tazer.
It's not me anymore. I don't know when i'll be back. I hope i went someplace nice, and maybe i'll have taken pictures.
good gosh, it's not so very desperate, I just need to listen to something soothing.