I wish I was invited.

But I never am.

I wish I had the option, but I haven’t been.

Well except by the new person but I regret not being able to go and I would have enjoyed it and instead

Whatever that is so I can eat nothing but I can pay rent.

I don’t have anywhere to go. I don’t have anything to do.

I already said,

I love everything. And I don’t have enough left to show it anymore.

That would require feeling.

I can’t let myself feel.

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