Current mood:

angry

hung like a squirrel. i needed to be angry permanently
everytime i look out my living room window
i see snow
even though it is july
i know that there is snow around my car
in front of my house
with my expanding chipmunk cheeks
and my sunburnt back
reflecting the only thoughts that keep me alive


i am alone
kiss me when you're sober
it's hard to do the walk of shame when the person you want to run away from is driving you around downtown toronto and you have the greasiest face in the world and he just ignores you and pretends he's confused until he goes out with his asian friends who tell him what happened and he's no longer confused but wishes he were invisible and had a time machine and could cut off his own tongue and hands. WHO taught you to be so pointless and so callous and so incredibly cruel.

you're hung like a fucking squirrel. you're nothing special.
CUNT, i would've kissed you sober.