I’m a creature of impulse. I let emotions run through me like momentum in water.
I keep destroying my life while I cry ‘why aren’t things getting better!”
i am home alone i haven’t had an orgasm in weeks i know what to do i should totally make some cookies
i am burning myself with cigarettes, reapplying the darkest lipstick i have, daydreaming about dying in the desert, why can’t i find a boyfriend
remembers that night I blew my hit in your dog’s face and she was so high your roommate wanted to call 911 and I am laughing to myself
i washed my bangs for you! I screamed at my imaginary boyfriend. he didn’t even look at me. he didn’t do anything at all.
on the days where I’m real grunge and lazy and my hair is greasy as fuck (my hair is long like goes down to my birth hole) i’ll just wash my bangs in the sink and that’s the kind of girl I am I have 3 boyfriends
I get so annoyed with people in close quarters I just told this guy
"can you stop breathing so much"
and I silently have been laughing to myself for 10 minutes.
i am so excited for this 16 hour bus ride i say to no one in particular (i am snorting a bar of xanax in a greyhound bathroom)
i am dr. sunbones and i will solve the case of who pit pocketed your grandpa at that funeral, i said
two years later and the case is still cold
they call me doctor sunbones
because I give out drugs
and threaten to throw myself
into a solar flares at least
once or twice a week