real talk, no shit.
I get this funny feeling deep inside me and I cant seem to shake it.
No matter what I do and how many times I tell it to go away it always comes back.
It always rises up just at the right time to make me doubt everything, everyone and mostly myself. To make me more of a recluse than I already am. To cause me to grow close to new people, quickly. And often to push people who were once close to me away.
I dont know what it is that causes it, nor do I know how to explain it. I just wish it would go away.
Dear Santa,
Please bring me TI, Weezy, and Daniel Craig.
Or a new vibrator.
But I would just prefer the real thing.
I get this funny feeling deep inside me and I cant seem to shake it.
No matter what I do and how many times I tell it to go away it always comes back.
It always rises up just at the right time to make me doubt everything, everyone and mostly myself. To make me more of a recluse than I already am. To cause me to grow close to new people, quickly. And often to push people who were once close to me away.
I dont know what it is that causes it, nor do I know how to explain it. I just wish it would go away.

Dear Santa,
Please bring me TI, Weezy, and Daniel Craig.
Or a new vibrator.
But I would just prefer the real thing.
If not, please ignore.