mydeaddoll

My laundry is in the drier and my dreams are still on the floor with last weeks dirty socks.

I want to be drunk again and dizzy and dancing and fucking

These passions come back to me even though my body has not been filled with poisons to melt my mind

Thinking of him, I give up, give in, let myself die a little... just to start over tomorow and not see for days...