Monday
Where did the weekend go?
“Looks like another day
In another way
Through another place
Too many lonely days”
I drag the idea of weekend, and I hate the idea of working.
In a different reality, I should be content. Last week have been an interesting week. Moreover better than I have endured for the past 4 weeks of single hood.
Fact 1:
It still hurt
I’m playing pretend
That it does not
So, I get myself fucked up at every possible moment, so that the pain is bearable under hang-ups and hang over. I walked around lost in thoughts and depressed oppression to push myself further. I look at lovebirds in disgust and hated every guy who tries.
Its not working very well, but it gets easier. Every pick up line I feel like slapping the guys face, Every time another hand rubs against the clump of fat at the end of my leg, makes me feel disgusted and used. I miss my old self, who takes things less seriously. And look at the world with a sense of irony and comedy.
When u feel without a purpose, life seems to be less enthralling. I feel like I’m dragging myself through everyday. But @ least today, I manage to wake up, thought about u, and it no longer left me with that annoying stabbing pain.
I drag the idea of weekend, and I hate the idea of working.
In a different reality, I should be content. Last week have been an interesting week. Moreover better than I have endured for the past 4 weeks of single hood.
Fact 1:
It still hurt
I’m playing pretend
That it does not
So, I get myself fucked up at every possible moment, so that the pain is bearable under hang-ups and hang over. I walked around lost in thoughts and depressed oppression to push myself further. I look at lovebirds in disgust and hated every guy who tries.
Its not working very well, but it gets easier. Every pick up line I feel like slapping the guys face, Every time another hand rubs against the clump of fat at the end of my leg, makes me feel disgusted and used. I miss my old self, who takes things less seriously. And look at the world with a sense of irony and comedy.
When u feel without a purpose, life seems to be less enthralling. I feel like I’m dragging myself through everyday. But @ least today, I manage to wake up, thought about u, and it no longer left me with that annoying stabbing pain.
xoxo
Rollo Tomassi - on moving on-
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