Opened up the best I could.
Trying to keep a clear head and an honest heart. I want this to work.

We are poking again
Baby steps they say
I want to die in your arms
Right now

I cry about losing you. Multiple times a day. Even on mushrooms, I cry for you.

I fucking miss him.

The bath water is never hot enough
Everything ever fixes nothing

Mourning
Morning
The living
Haunted

Passive aggressive non attempts at forming ashes of a bridge into a fresh love affair

Taco truck in redding!! airport and hartnell

I used to be commander and chief of my pimp ship flyin high (flyin high) til i met this pretty little missle, that shot me out the sky

I guess im way beyond the pain...