i just got really fucked up thinking about clouds
- weigh as much as an elephant or a 747 or more but still float
- literally full of electricity much like your standard vibrator
- pisses rain all over us ungrateful bastards
- make cool shapes like rabbits or dongs
- they dont give a fuck where they go they just go to trash shit
props clouds, you’re metal as hell
What happened to me? What happened to calling me to tell me something that happened, or asking to hangout. What happened to getting together because you want to hangout with me, not because you don’t want me to feel left out? What happened to being able to hangout alone with no distractions?
Where did my feelings go? “How are you?” doesn’t exist anymore. Why can’t I be sad and have a comfort or shelter? Did my self-inflicting and anxiety just disappear? Why do I have to be alone?
I can’t keep trying.