(To be free, one must give up a little part of oneself) GO!
Feeling pretty low. BOTCHED!
Today was actually quite bad. Long story short.
I get so close! But I can never actually do it. Everyone knows I need to though, obviously.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. It’s all gone anyway!
So I walked home instead, today, like I said I would.
It took me an extra hour, but I feel different, like I’ve earned it. Taking photos.
Zombies.
(It’s actually John. There is no Zombies involved.)
You have a moustache! MOUSTACHE. Not you, me.
I ADDDORRRREEE YOUUU.
And I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell me things I already knew.
You don’t have to be so crumby and goddamn rude at me! In your briefs.
Yeah, shut up and do something that doesn’t involve a couch.
I was never grateful, that’s why I spend my days alone. I hate this house. And I wish you would come home. And I wish you wouldn’t steal from me. And I wish you weren’t a liar. I wish it was different. And I wish wish wish you were never late or never there or somewhere else, in your head. Or smoke those cigarettes like you do. BECAUSE THEY’RE KILLING YOU. Those drugs, they will kill you. But, you can do what you like. Because I could die tomorrow, and it wouldn’t make a difference. Not to either of us. Or you could die and nothing would have changed. You are already dead.
I wish that I didn’t have to wish for anything. Or feel so goddamn bad. For days on end.
I.I.I.I.I.I.I.iii.df.h..hh.cddsgselfish. Codfish. TUNAFISH.
And everything in the ocean blue,
They just happen to know exactly what to do,
So why don't you?
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