it’s funny, the ways we find to hide from the things we’ve done. or perhaps the weight of the things we’ve failed to do and simply don’t want to admit.
your way of coping is a set of newer but just as pretentious habits- how unique- and a fresh name. its syllables sound like the sound of you choking on the dignity you refuse to give me.
boy, a lot of it builds up when you refuse to treat someone like a person, huh?
better get that checked out. if you don’t get a prescription for a conscience, i hear that it accumulates like pneumonia and your lungs fill up until you drown.
