All of my constants are dying. Jewel is in the hospital. Grandma has cancer. Sooner or later, I'll realize I need freinds closer to me. Everyone has moved on.
I severely dislike the fact that once someone looks at me on paper, I'm an amateur. Too young to be anything of worth. When a moment ago they would have had no idea. No idea.
I have more under my belt than anyone will ever realize.
If there's a prize for rotten judgement. I guess I've already won that. but the mind-fucks from every angle but the ivory skin, the mold grinds at. I won't be undone I won't be undone that's ancient history. been there, done that.
it seems that in my absense of ten lbs and massive amounts of hairs from my head, I've somehow managed to gain a cup size. what is this world coming to?