It’s been hard.
Hard to be without love and wanting.
It makes me want to quit
and hide away forever
let depression win over me.
I have been quiting lately
and people worry.
I worry.
I always say
I’m fine, if I stop writing then worry.
But I did stop.
And the black hope came in a swooped over me.
It’s been hard.
Hard to know that I will be attending an unveiling for my poppi in a few days.
It’s been hard.
I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With warm sheets and soft blankets, wrapping me in a womb, while the fan blows in my face. I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With him holding
Open for you to boost the same thing. It's okay to be honest with me. I need you to get me, and see if I can find a way to get you.
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a
