June 11
my eye is compulsively twitching from the smell of food.
from the accumulation of bullshit
on my carpet,
on my calendar,
on my neck. on my shoulders, on my back.
If you can't believe, stop fucking lying.
I am absolutely sick of this highschool bullshit.
Are we really still trashtalking people?
Are we really still acting like others' private lives are ours?
Theres one week left; it's the last round, are you going for a final kick?
No such thing as grace left in this place anymore.
or sincerity, or compassion, or trust.
and my eye twitches violently while your lips spasm
in parallel motions.
I don't even care if you know where I'm going.
I couldn't care less if you fucking object.
I'm going, I'm getting away from this, from all of this and you.
and I couldn't fucking care less.

June 2
i am the fucking poison coursing in your veins
licking out like fire cutting your sincerity like
shards, in my fingers, in my skin
can't get out.
this is the secret you don't keep,
the promise you break,
the second change you fucking ruin.
pass out on the floor.
find the scissors, find the bottles
tie them up sell them five cents a piece
your sole profit. this is of no humor.
I can't be sedate, I can't be benevolent
i am the poison, drawing you in and
pushing you out. i am the worst mistake you can make.
and while I want what's best,
i want to love you too. this is wrong
my love is poison
it is eating away the fat