God and His priests and His kings, all were waiting, all will wait

as she goes home.


She was so skinny. It was painful to see. Everyone has so many memories with her and I can’t remember too much. Why? I was at her house so often that I feel kind of cheated that I do not remember.

I feel high. Disassociated with my body with my mind running wild.







And then there is her. I hate how I keep trying to push myself on her and I hate how I depend on her so much already.

I drank so much yesterday that I don’t even remember what I said to her. I cried?

I hate this.

I’m a wreck. Does she deserve this? 



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