I could've cuddled through the apocalypse This is why I need to not date: Tattooed sociopath with a blowtorch lighting his cigarette = oooooooo Contemporary dancer who was nothing but polite = how quickly can I friendzone this person while also learning to express myself with movement And my heart's still owwy And I need to study And I have no excuse now, the books are lying there judging me and I have the programs on the laptop It's been bestickered and personalized And I'm nocturnal and addicted to farming games (sometimes I think weed would be healthier) And I'm still running away from it and I don't know why Maybe I'll dance away from it And maybe I'm not out of happy accidents I think I need a day of just staring at the wall and feeling everything that's happened I push through it all like I'm chasing a heart attack And I feel like everyone's ignoring that the end is nigh January's going to be interesting I miss his skin and it's stupid |