My Confession to You…
Sometimes, at night, I wait for you.. as if you’d come…
I think of your face, your eyes… Your lips. The way your voice sounds or how you smell…
Impotence
I can’t model for shit these days. I’ve tried a couple times, but I feel so fucking undesirable I just don’t know what to do. It’s my own fault, I suppose. I just try to fantasize about something, someone, some place… that I want, desire, long for and I’ve got nothing lately. I start, but it always turns badly and I end up feeling worse than when I started. (You know something’s wrong when even your fantasies reject you!
Passing Thoughts Spoken, Penned, Thought Throughout the Past Few Days
Thoughts About Insanity (Written in an email): In my head I’m an 80 pound freak with twitchy, birdlike movements and tangled hair. I slink, head down… tilted to the side, like I’m listening for you.. waiting for you to call. You never do… That’s the beast in my head… dark and ugly, scared, scarred and […]
