desperation is a stinky cologne

obsession is never pretty. it's like bluntbutoolong nails scraping against hollow ribs, grasping for any remaining sliver of flesh to scrap up and consume and suck from beneath cracked fingernails. it is what makes me feel alive. it is what makes my eyes too heavy and burn and my brain feel like oatmeal and run too fast at the same tim


stupid need to sleep. doesnt my body know that it would be better if i didnt. obvs not.