You would watch me fall apart for days.
Promised my apprehensions were tiny blue ghosts roaming my apartment making thing worse.
Well they materialized. They manifested.
Here comes the saddest part of my day, or perhaps the saddest part of my week.
I vomit painfully in the sink for as long as I can stand up.
Where'd the time go? I'm late for work.
I confide, so to speak, but I wont speak up too loud.
The people I meet, they freak me the fuck out.
And I'll never be as cold and unfeeling as those reptiles you seem to love so much.
It's too loud in this house.
It's too much for us, and everyone.
The sound of both of us crying.
I fucking found more home than house in the years that we "played house" and our friends don't understand it.
The things that hurt to keep around are the things that I love most and I'll never understand it.
No matter how much I try to be empty, there will always fucking be a perpetual sadness, an eternal hurting hanging over me.
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