I guess I'm a recalcitrant bitch

"please could you stay awhile
to share my grief
it's such a lovely day
to have to always feel this way.... "

ramdom thoughts of a compressed mind
deprived
hushed
controlled
weeping
vying

blue cuz that's the color of sorrow

not green, nosir...
that's the color of hope..

so, make your bet cuz yeah!! i'm still a bookie!!

i guess i've never had luck
or is it that i'm jinxed?

void

void

void

the little things that make my mood are gone..

apparently the whole country ran out of them..

so I dream of babies

and Italy

pathetic and butchy

i wear lipgloss to paint my insecurites

so my lips are sticky and shiny..
it is my secret weapon!!!

the song goes "i'm not okay.." hahaha

can't

you

see

it?