grayce

first of the month again....god is it already time to do this over?
endless repetition of days going by and i cant seem to stop it...or anything for that matter.
theres water running in the other room, and my feet are cold. the cats wont leave me alone.
So much I'd like to say to you, and no way I can make the words come out like i need them too. every time i try somehow i become the crazy one. i hate it.
please stop and listen, stop formulating what to say next. its not that simple, you cant answer me that quick.
everythings so easy for you.
yeah its lefty noose righty tightly except i cant find the knob in the first place.
Its just not that simple.

damnit, i bit my nails off again. well isnt that a pretty little thing?


by the way, my tummy hurts every time i think of you, and i often forget to breath.
i feel little and small.
i hate feeling so fucking forgotten and used.

insomnia...something rare for me. maybe its the full moon. somehow i doubt it.