Wishing I could delete myself and start over.

I’d do better this time.

Caught myself making excuses so I smoked about it.

Stressed, lonely, horny, and maybe actually scared.

It’s as though I’ve forgotten how to express myself, and I was never particularly apt in the first place.

Feeling disappointed, separated and scared.

5:22

Still awake and couldn’t help but find myself thinking of

you

I need my thoughts filtered and my hand held.

Know what would be swell?

To use my hands to their full capacity once more.

Twenty-four as of today

and still in

retrograde.

Anonymous asked: Are you single?

Yes

Anonymous asked: I adore you.

This seems like a misguided attempt to cheer me up, but the truth is that I’m not worthy of adoration.

When was it I lost my voice?