June 2012
36 posts
just throw a mattress down somewhere and love me
some will squander
I wanted to cry with anger but couldn’t, which only further upset me. Cunt, was all I could think of to say, but even that word failed to sum up my disappointment.
Who cares?
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It gets to a point when you are so tired of the sickness that you just imagine slugging a hammer over it. Not that would do very much.
I’m drained. Focus, I have little. I try to recall the times of my...
