and i wonder how you are nervous and chewing the inside of my cheek like a CEO’s apocolyptic kidney my patience makes the world turn slower, i swear i feel guilty for not being in love with the delivery guy please, god, let me know something soon so that i may long for the big so long sometimes i can’t go on like this and sometimes i can

my dear blunder make me alien, new to my self I don’t want to recognize my former intention