i'm angry that i feel alone. i can't sleep and fuck everyone for telling me that i should. they don't know that i shake at night, like how old people do, in a way where i feel like i'm sick. my skin is practically paper and my hands shake like bass lines beating against car trunks.
i'm angry that i have to wake up every morning, and fuck anyone who tries to make me.
I'm suffering with insomnia thinking of you all alone. I don't say this to pile on and add the guilt of my sleepless night to the myriad of negatives your are already saddled with. I just want to be sure that you know that there are others who are awake and contemplative and some us are thinking explicitly of you. I am thinking of how I know you are doing tonight and long for a way to make you feel everything good in the world. But for now, rest well and dream of large women.
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