Lunatic
I don't feel good. My face hurts and my back hurts and my head hurts and it's all because I can't control my emotions. They grow inside me like tumors until they explode and injure me. I don't want to do anything at all today except lay in bed. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to see anyone. I just want to chill out, or at least make a serious attempt at it. I'm a lunatic. I know that. What I don't know is how to hide it so everyone doesn't find out. Because they will eventually. Everyone reading this right now knows just how looney I am. I can't help it.
1 Comments:
at the gk deli, i always order a lunatic on rye.
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