fuck authority
we're both a mess. and logically if put together, chaos would ensue. but somehow, the pieces all fall perfectly and every distraction slips away. i miss your hugs. i lie to them and tell them the things they want to hear. but you're the only one that knows. my hands are shaking and maybe it's from the the child-proofed bottle, but most likely from the lack of sleep and high intakes of processed sugar. and you just won't leave.