Nodding off to pictures of you that decorate my room.
High school sucks when you're stuck on someone who's given up.
I don't mind if you don't mind wasting our whole Thursday night.
I feel fucked.
I feel fine.
I feel nothing all the time.
I wonder, do you notice when I write?
Do you ask me what about?
Do you notice when I try to say the things I'm too afraid to talk about?
No, I write 'em down.
Love living posthumously as lines we liked like because it never happened.