feel like such a teen girl again, it's almost laughable how much i hate myself at this point. severe lack of self esteem once the alcohol has worn away and i'm alone and cold in bed. think ill just sink into the bed and listen to bluetile lounge stay at the surface, hear it farther and farther away until i trap myself in the glass box that awaits me at the bottom, hearing music through murky layers, and not even notice. all sounds the same. where have you gone, have you gone away. why am i down here when you're up there, i thought this wasn't supposed to happen anymore.
oh, but i guess winter is here. melacholia comes knocking.
fuck you sissy fuck you sissy fuck you sissy fuck fuck fuck you fuck you you sissyfuck get a life stop whining fuck off
Bluetile Lounge won't make you feel any better...
sometimes reading these again is really embarrassing
bluetile lounge forever
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