We’re ghettoes of fat, chemicals, and pixels
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
i don’t have ever enough memorabilia to soak the void full
I hear, “white girl, come here, why you so scared?”
I’ve been in a million relationships. I’ve been an infamous cheater. I was always very loyal until my first, long-term, boyfriend died of drug overdose.
I mean, wake up to reality. This is male sex.
I’m stuck on repeat.
The defeat oozes through every atom of my being (my body).
I am like a character in The Sims, this is all so automatic, some man up in the clouds is controlling my body.
True despair is staying alive.