egg shells and glass....Hide not your poison with such sugared word.
I really don't know how Gwen can stand to live here!
I am afraid....I feel like some freakin' antelope or something, just trying to get a drink from the watering hole. In constant fear of getting jumped by some blood thirsty beast that can talk, oh so sweetly, as she rips you apart.
The door needs some WD40, made coffee and missed a single ground on the floor,didn't close the lid. I now know the nervous energy of prey, always looking over their shoulders.
I walk with no footsteps mind you, leave no trace, and yet, still walk on egg shells here.
I am afraid....I feel like some freakin' antelope or something, just trying to get a drink from the watering hole. In constant fear of getting jumped by some blood thirsty beast that can talk, oh so sweetly, as she rips you apart.
The door needs some WD40, made coffee and missed a single ground on the floor,didn't close the lid. I now know the nervous energy of prey, always looking over their shoulders.
I walk with no footsteps mind you, leave no trace, and yet, still walk on egg shells here.