So many things are burning in my skull.
My eyes want to cry from frustration, but no use.
I want to smoke-- but I've never done so in my entire life.
I'm dying for another tattoo-- that moment of pain and pleasure that makes EVERYTHING worthwhile.
I want her-- I want HIM, but I can't have either it seems. I'm dying for a Drink, but none will spare.
I want to go home, but I don't even know where it IS.
So my recent ex just let me know that sunday night/monday morning after a long, hard day that I was pretty much a booty call. It hurt so badly-- I didn't want to make out or anything.
So my guinea pigs (cavies) haven't had food in two days. Sadly, it's not a priority. I can't even afford the rent for that damned apartment let alone anyhing else, so why should I bother with it?
Things are NOT as they should be.
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