Sometimes I don't even know what to say to my private soapbox where no one likes to listen. My mind aches for release but my fingers cannot seem to follow through, and it makes me feel empty.
I want to write something clever. I want to mash on the fucking keys and yell "look! I'm entertaining! I'm so fucking funny, you should all love me! I want to you love me!" But I'm not writing anything clever, not today, not fucking ever.
I wish you could see this the way it was intended; scribbled so hard it tears the page.
I want to write something clever. I want to mash on the fucking keys and yell "look! I'm entertaining! I'm so fucking funny, you should all love me! I want to you love me!" But I'm not writing anything clever, not today, not fucking ever.
I wish you could see this the way it was intended; scribbled so hard it tears the page.