you look a bit like coffee...and taste a little like me
ouch i hurt. pieces of my cervix are missing. they tried to cut all the sickness out. chills permeate my body. is it cancer? has it finally gotten to be cancer? the doctor said it got way worse since my last appointment. i have to go back in a week for the results. anxiety. fear. im cold. i cant have cancer. i feel fine.
the world laughs at your fucked up head and everyone is depressed. is no one happy?
i walk around tucson at night hoping to die. homeless people arent dangerous, but they are as cold as me. i love autumn and the lonliness of winter. december is remembered through a haze. i wish i still had a friend. i walk alone most nights. i love how i never make any sense except to myself. but in a year, will i recall what i was referring to?
the world laughs at your fucked up head and everyone is depressed. is no one happy?
i walk around tucson at night hoping to die. homeless people arent dangerous, but they are as cold as me. i love autumn and the lonliness of winter. december is remembered through a haze. i wish i still had a friend. i walk alone most nights. i love how i never make any sense except to myself. but in a year, will i recall what i was referring to?