Today, i turned my phone off
perplexed, a desire the silence
Straight to voicemail, straight to exclusion.
A man from Teen choice asked me for money today as i sat in my garage, he complimented my painting, and i told him i was broke. I wondered as he walked away if he would of taken back the praise if he could.
I wonder if people call me today, and i don't hear the call, if they wish they hadn't of tried at all.
most of the time everything is so easy to dismiss.
so easy to fall to a level of sullenness. Without the slightest chance of rescue.
Today you all make me sick, ill, impaired, indisposed, queasy, nauseated, debilitated, confined, frail, green, lousy, and week.
Get out of my head
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