domingo, 6 de agosto de 2017

08-01-17

It happens sometimes,
always
It’s the peel of the mask
the façade breaks
It’s the person I have to be when I am with them, falling apart
The part of me I have to force to show
retreats into my soul
comfortable
safe
without the need to fight in a social situation.

Bringing that part of me – the nice me, the polite me – drains me, it tires me. 
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07-09-2018

I feel bitter I feel like a dirty old rag that only bickers I should get that whiskey to feel as shitty as I deserve

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