i feel like asking my grandmother if shed like to share a smoke.
but i know shed tell my parents. she has nothing better to talk about.
hey now...its legal. fuck off.
if i want to fuck up my lungs thats my choice.
maybe this numb sadness is good for me. this fucking vampiric emotion. every time it seems like i am happy enough, it comes back and dips its teeth into my neck, and drinks my happiness and optimism, until i am stuck here in a lifeless heap feeling a need to be self destructive. no, im not talking about cutting. just...things. kisses, hugs, sex, and drugs. drink up, johnny. hard liquor at its finest...
am i invisible? am i too sweet? too sour? is there something wrong with me?
is there some reason that you look right through me?
i give up. i give the fuck up.
my mother told me today i cant have a party.
so...everyone.
when would the best date for you be?
im not going to do any of that shit. just calm the fuck down.
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