occasional emotional breakdowns and whiskey straight from the bottle
female, michigan, vegetarian.
+ hockey, dogs and whiskey.
you said, "fuck hope i'm sick of hope"
on a night i would have thrown myself off a bridge had i the motivation
if i could have gotten up and walked to one
my heart is just a muscle in a cavity
i'll just sit here, lost in my own stench:
begging technology for answers,
never noticing the details,
throwing myself into walls,
wanting to vomit over details
waiting to vomit over details
my heart is a muscle, the only one i have
the sun sets on disrepair,
the dust i stir up chokes me,
let the world end
let the world end
let the world end
