Tuesday, October 21, 2014

It's 8 and everyone is telling me to go back to sleep

There isn't anybody that I'm alright with calling out for. Uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable, constantly.

I remember having to condition myself with names. And how I'd idly call out such a name, in fear. Or such a name, in panic. Or such a name, in boredom. Why the hell did I let that happen?

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)