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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