On repeat

1 Aug

After I wake up I’m cranky, cranky, cranky.

There’s a fly in my room and uRMa doesn’t want to do anything about it. Nothing at all.

I met some of the guys yesterday and I didn’t feel a thing, not one thing, nope, none.

M. has his existential questions, too bad I don’t have the answers for them, no I don’t.

Of course, every time I talk about her, I dream about her at night. Each and every time.

I want to kill my subconscious. Kill it and bury it where no one can find it.

I wish I didn’t have to say I’m sorry anymore. But I can’t seem not to hurt the ones I care for. I’m sorry.

I smell of oranges after I shower. I should shower all the time.

It feels like floating, it feels like floating. And it feels damn good!