You used to share your inner demons with strangers and now you just talk about toning your hair, the army, and cartons of milk.
I can feel my first cavities forming, my mind slipping away from unfufilled desires, but I'm still proud I never lost myself for a make believe bullshit life.
How about that weather?
Let's not pretend.
I knew my actions would haunt me but shit can I stop suffering?
