there's no medium anymore. i'm the loneliest person who ever lived. again. i am not even ashamed to admit that anymore. it's a little dramatic-sounding, but it's true. what's lonelier than being left to one's own devices than being controlled everyday by someone ELSE.
it's not me. it's not who i would've wanted to be in life. but i'm a tool. and i want out.
if only i drank! if only i could. i can't even pretend to drink. "drinking" and "celebrating" are two completely polar opposites. i must've been a real whiskey dick in my previous existence.
but yes! if only i could share that with other people. cutting out MJ cut out a whole host of talking human bodies.
it's ok though. it's love. and i know it'll be coming around again. i am not good at being patient, but my hands are tied. actually, my leg is tied. to a tree. and i'm upside-down.
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