I’m alone

I’m alone and I’m scared

And there’s no one to turn to

And if I ignore him his name pops up

Or his music pops up

And if I pay attention these things happen

These things I can’t explain they happen and they don’t go away

Because if I ignore him he pops up

And then I’m paying attention

I’ve had enough

I’ve had enough

My god

Who fucking ever

I’ve had enough please please just

Set me free

Please

I have nowhere to look

I have nowhere to go

I can’t do this all alone

I don’t know why you make me do this alone

I try

I tried.

It’s fine.

I’m up.

Alone

Not quite

Oh well.

Weird shit happened.

Here’s the fun part,

Here’s where we will get stuck,

We said Mexico days ago because we kept feeling like Mexico and Feather went first and someone always precedes them.

Did he then hastily book a trip to Mexico trying to get away from Vancouver?

Probably not.

That sounds stupid and irrational

But the alternative

That alternative

That one that’s just been getting worse

And worse

And worse

Started with him.

And we don’t know why.

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