angry tears.

i have four bleeding toes and you still abuse me. i drag my friend all the way inside some stupid camp for you, buy all your shit, and you give me your stupid childish shit.

GROW UP BITCH/

you pcb.

we are so fucking over.

the fighting in self.

it’s so hard on me. was never sane to begin with, and tried to be sane with you, and now that you’re gone far away, it’s even harder trying to be sane.

i understand if you want to leave me for someone more normal. was always one for the free, easy, and insane.

you leave in me this bittersweet feeling reminiscent of coffee with just a little sugar. fragrant, dark, and fresh. i can almost see the swirls of my madness still spinning in the coffee, with creamy bubbles of your dogged insistence following it around.

ham and cheese.

so angry.

especially with mayonnaise.

sigh.

if i could slap all the mayonnaise out of you stupid egg in a pig’s heartbeat, i would chicken-feet slap your ham-face till it bled cream of mushroom soup.