I go on forever.
I just don’t sleep.
If it mattered, you would be forced. Which means you would be fake, which means it would be lame.
You would be.
I think there are things that can only exist the way they are.
It’s not something to be capitalized upon.
I bet being a prostitute is a bummer.
Not for the people that wanted that life, But for the people that didn’t.
Never signed up to be a whore.
The sky is quite nice, and I am quite tired.
There’s no point to any of this.
You can retreat into your own mind, you can get real fuckin strong in there, it just..
Doesn’t help you get through the day
dawn 