Dr. Teal’s & low effort meals
The Christmas tree is still lit up...
My own ignorance is my life’s greatest...
I am torn between two perspectives...
Stuck in the eye of the storm.
These walls built from wind keeping me trapped in...
each night that comes I wait in vain
for you to come back once again...
It is lonely over here
in a corner dim, with the bar a-brim...
It feels inevitable
The end...
The inkless pen that lays before me now,
Has left it's Mark upon my crumbled page...
How
How...
Language for me is
only a dream, a distant...
Why can't everyone hate me
and not love me at all...
Frustration ruptures and leaks without care
wild screams rage under the cover of night...
Friendship
in the years I have...