Change
a.
The days have become quiet, I have been preoccupied with work. Writing has been stringent, I have little to say. Recent dreams and memories wear me down, these should have long expired nevertheless they come back to haunt. Hello, fuck you, screams the split personality. I am tired, angry at the world, disappointed mostly at myself. Lines running in my head, drafts improvised and recycled. "Did you realize all I could give you that time was my honesty?"
At the end of the day, it speaks for itself. I am hopeless and need much help.
543
b.
Thank you.
c.
How are you?
The days have become quiet, I have been preoccupied with work. Writing has been stringent, I have little to say. Recent dreams and memories wear me down, these should have long expired nevertheless they come back to haunt. Hello, fuck you, screams the split personality. I am tired, angry at the world, disappointed mostly at myself. Lines running in my head, drafts improvised and recycled. "Did you realize all I could give you that time was my honesty?"
At the end of the day, it speaks for itself. I am hopeless and need much help.
543
b.
Thank you.
c.
How are you?
posted by LOU at
1:18 AM
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