g told me on the phone
i should have sent it to hell long ago
see what good it did her
good natured bourgeois girls get their way-
3 cuts, some scratches,
see what good it did me
(honestly i can’t remember most of that night and i’m not much of a drinker anymore,
something is terribly wrong with me)
[we laughed and laughed over this one photograph for hours
seriously, what were you thinking]
so, i’m dying.
it started on the inside.
you let your kind know-
it’s not all unicorns and candyfloss and pink pills.