can't sleep.
today was upsetting.
tomorrow will be disappointing.
well, if one anticipates discomfort and discomfort is had, it's not technically a disappointment. i think.
everything is spaced out. to dramatize the space? or to space the dramatisation?
i don't know why i do any of it, but i haven't a clue what else to do.
hate the heat. it's ugly. sticky. breeds filth;
parasitic invaders.
veins seem to pop right out my flesh, asking for it.
i'd like to bathe in my death.
can i say that?
self hatred. smells like broke.
today was upsetting.
tomorrow will be disappointing.
well, if one anticipates discomfort and discomfort is had, it's not technically a disappointment. i think.
everything is spaced out. to dramatize the space? or to space the dramatisation?
i don't know why i do any of it, but i haven't a clue what else to do.
hate the heat. it's ugly. sticky. breeds filth;
parasitic invaders.
veins seem to pop right out my flesh, asking for it.
i'd like to bathe in my death.
can i say that?
self hatred. smells like broke.
i'll agree with you on the heat, though.