I feel anxious right now and unromantic is that a word? I could google it but I don't care that much apathetic and it's my curse and crutch time has me tripping keeps going faster while I'm spinning I normally try to be more clever but I'm feeling a bit more anxious than ever **** isn't helping like it usually does I'm aching from the inside out I want to feel better I want to feel cleaner I want to be better I want to be leaner of course who doesn't I'm stress eating and I wish I wasn't I wanna feel ******* **** even if I'm a little more squishy call me baby and make me crazy my hips can still swing I can still make you sing ******* soprano if that's what I'm feeling and when I'm honest like this in poems it makes me nervous as if I need to share it because I can't keep my creations secret maybe it's because attention is a drug and I need it but maybe I just like creating something only to rid it from the pits of me open the windows of my ribcage and set it free maybe stick out a ******* if it's hurting me but most things I create are meant for healing me from what's causing agony anyway I'm not sure where to wrap up thoughts like these I'm watching Sunset Blvd. on the tv black and white soothes me like a wicked dream