Littlecigs - Out Of Body

a solid sort of artificial sensation

the kinds that digs and claws and sinks it's filthy teeth into everything you are

leaves you in a place of remote isolation

and travels deep within the confines of what you use to explain yourself

there's no one here that truly gets it

no one who really wonders if you feel alright, past the point of superficial friendships that you know will never last a lifetime

never last more than a few months, weeks

it's over now, you think

and everything is meaningless

american born angel ౨ৎ

Ok y'all I admit that some situations are my fault and I did it to myself. Self sabotage goes crazy because I low-key don't think I deserve nice things.

I think I might start posting again. Probably just thoughts, not poems. Idk

Sometimes I miss people that weren't really good to me.