I click out of garish pop-up, eyes burnt from the white, and lick my lips.
Cheese. Grease. Onions. Oregano.
as I don't do the dishes and the beer bottles mount an army around my room,
holding their necks in an offended reaction to my distasteful behavior.
I sit here and try my darndest not to spend money because it seems
possession are the only thing that can fill my holes fully while I lie here empty
wishing I had something living in this room
and thinking about how I should take a poll
of how many boys I've been with that wear
old spice.
I am successful, on paper. But.
If attachment is suffering, then why does being desensitized feel so brittle and empty (?) .
Don't answer that question. I don't know how much of it is a lie.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
I click out of garish pop-up, eyes burnt from the white, and lick my lips.
Cheese. Grease. Onions. Oregano.
as I don't do the dishes and the beer bottles mount an army around my room,
holding their necks in an offended reaction to my distasteful behavior.
I sit here and try my darndest not to spend money because it seems
possession are the only thing that can fill my holes fully while I lie here empty
wishing I had something living in this room
and thinking about how I should take a poll
of how many boys I've been with that wear
old spice.
I am successful, on paper. But.
If attachment is suffering, then why does being desensitized feel so brittle and empty (?) .
Don't answer that question. I don't know how much of it is a lie.
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