Why does alcohol that’s not a mixed drink in a bar have to taste so rank?
Okay, maybe, just maybe
Because it’s poison
Fine
Here’s to just the right amount of poison
Is my planet boyfriend coming back sooner than I thought, I will dance
I will see him and dance for him
Beautiful ring’ed beauty
In my perfect world the stars would be out now
I just had enough to drink that it’s fine
He’ll never know about all the inbetween anyways
I will go drink some water because some mother like presence is badgering me about it
Yes I did only drink about a cup of water and then two monsters and then alcohol
I swear I wouldn’t take care of myself at all if I didn’t constantly have these somethings reminding me
All I want is a good time
Not to be paralyzed by fear by yet another uncomfortable conversation
I have nothing to offer anyone but they’re constantly taking from me anyways
I wish there was a way for there to be balance and for me to have friends
At least friends
It tasted awful but I feel okay
As little as my okay is
I say I’m okay and people expect I’m okay as in a regular person’s okay
How wrong they are
How many years will go by before I say hello to someone and they stay?
Without taking several pieces of me and walking away
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