I was on a self-loathe last week. I hate myself, people, and everything I did was a wrong version of an alternate universe. My head wouldn’t shut up at night and sleep til’ noon messed me up as fuck, until I thought I just need some solitary and a lil’ bit of fun.
Tag: insomnia
Today is Tomorrow
A white fluorescent faded light
Snore in my ear
Cuckoo in the third-quarter of night
Sunrise is near
ingénue 