Who am I?
I’m not even alive anymore. I’m not a person, I’m a shell of someone I used to be.
I have no likes, no intrests, I’m a blank.
Go ahead, ask me what I like, what I do for fun.
I’ll shrug, and kinda smile, but I have no clue. I’m gone man.
This makes me sad. The thought of not being able to have a child one day races through my mind every time one of these little fuckers comes out negative.
Why are fairy dusty rocks so costly?
I just want to be on Drugs
Don’t judge what’s on my table; keep a look out for yours
I just want to be good enough.
If I have to explain what my partner in life brings to the table, and how he makes me feel, then I’m zipping my mouth shut. Obviously, you don’t remember what love is, or how you said you’d be with each other through thick and thin, because unlike you, I’m still head over heals in love, and if you’re not willing to accept that, then all I can say to you is place out. It’s not worth explaining things to you; I know well enough to know that you’re not in a happy place, so all you do is wish unhappiness toward others, and I’m not explaining myself/my choice of who to love/or what they bring to my table, just so you can undermine my emotions.