I feel like I should draw stuff for you guys/gals/unicorns tomorrow.
Except viciouscunt because she’s actually so gorgeous I’m scared to try and...
my talent is buying fruit and then never eating it.
Probably both. We all need a fuck and a hug.
I sometimes think I can’t exist,
I’m far too improbable to live in this reality,
I think I’m held in purgatory,
The solitary, subtle hell,
Not direct pain and torture,
But the psychological torment,
Of solitary confinement,
Every day the walls close in more,
Every day the air turns thicker,
And I’m screaming in terror and protest,
But it falls on deaf ears,
What have I done to earn my sentence,
In this most silent of hells?
Why do I deserve this?