"i wanna fuck her, but i wanna dance with you."
after spending the weekend snowed in with my friends, i'm back home and lonely.
it's not a bad lonely. it's a cherished lonely.
lonely with a silent sound that i can hear resonate off the walls.
i must be nursing a guilty conscience.
one day i'll understand the concept of emotion.
until then, i'm continue to work on the concept of closure.
i'm not getting much of that these days.
it's not a bad lonely. it's a cherished lonely.
lonely with a silent sound that i can hear resonate off the walls.
i must be nursing a guilty conscience.
one day i'll understand the concept of emotion.
until then, i'm continue to work on the concept of closure.
i'm not getting much of that these days.