It's been a year now since Ive lost the ability to find truth in any of the words that constantly spill from your mouth. Disappointment is breaking yourself down trying to find the answer when you feel like the problem but realizing your consistency isn't enough for the consumption of your prized consumer.
My substance never had a place on your pallet of taste so you devour whatever source of matter to fill the empty spaces.
You stay hungry...
I might just be a glass of water, but at least I'm full.