your worry is my worry.
your sense of humor is my...
annoyance for the day.
i will lock myself behind bamboo blinds and the vintage fabric that adorns all my windows.
i will smoke and smoke and laugh and play until i feel like my mind is right again.
i will laugh and laugh and laugh...
and then throw up.
because i think i'm thinking.
sinking.
sober...not drinking.
fucking fleeting
and misleading.
run bitch!
run!
don't tell me.
really, i don't wanna know.
oh no.
i won't tell you that it's worth it.
cuz really i don't fucking know.
oh no.


oh no.
oh my.
oh no, oh my god.
fuck.
i keep digging.
and either way,
i'm going down.

so we can talk, and talk and talk, and stumble, and laugh and laugh,
and laugh,
closer.
and closer.

and then throw up.