there will be other days. oh dear, only a few, but still!
i just want to spend a whole week in his bed,
id have to bring over some dark curtains though.
the only things i want to write about are things that can’t be shared. my stomach is full of cookies and watermelon but all i want right now is to be empty inside. why can’t this all just come out onto this piece of shit art i’ve been making.
this is a problem. im going to think about it and nap.