This is not a blog I quit smoking (again) It's always again :D I don't know if I need space or none whatsoever and to be smushed until I'M ready to get up ME because I'M bored and tired and small and Please don't let me fuck up every important relationship and life decision I'm making in this transitional period because I decided maybe I should care about my lungs for a bit Maybe it's a good thing that he's going The washing machine is singing I'm tired of caring My hearts too tiny to be in love It's fizzling But don't let it go out I'm scared and I don't know how not to be It's not one of the ones you can get talked out of easily You're scared or you're not You'll have to ride a tiny plane or face the creepy clown I don't like conflict either I'll just find my spot on the beach |