its people like these that make my skin crawl like an over-fed caterpillar. you and your goddamn
desires. i know, i know. feelings? fuck feelings. everyone has desires, and the best of us really do a job of making everyone think that we dont have them. now if you could do a good enough job pretending, then maybe youd be content. or at least fool
i know, i know you're not easily impressed but my hands are frozen to my chest. and im tearing hard at every pore. you'll never know just what's in store
when I get the chance ill put a laxative in your coffee.
feeling really kills you in a tacky fashion. its a lapse of 2 years. although, really, i feel back at square one sometimes. thanks for the lesson, i know how it goes. i get it now. so so late.