Baggy

Feb 25th, 2009 10:10:09 pm - Subscribe
Mood: undesirable

I don't want to be touched. I don't want to be held. Tickled? No. Watched? No. Wanted? As if.

This is my crash. This is my desire disappearing. This is no longer wishing at certain numbers and deteriorating constellations.

This is me purchasing five inch stillettos in order to feel sexy since nothing can seem to mask my hideous body so I can at least distract myself and others with such rediculousness.

I look like a fish. More like a whale.

I have the hiccups.

I forgot to be Atheist today.

Fucking Zoo.

Fucking Xu.

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