I don't wanna think the way I talk.
Today's supposed to be about help,
And I'll I've done is play on my phone, get stoned and wish you'd come home to me.
Cause I've missed you for days, about 87 or so, and it's doing no good not letting this go.
But the Instabitch holds memories meant for the world.
So I'll reflect, reassess, and try to reconnect what those moments really meant,
Without the eyes of my admirers not solving puzzles no one wanted them to get.
But technology's dull comfort is laughably present in a girl's life who resents it's existence.
You just think you're some type of Renaissance Queen.
You think you're fucking rad and the means to your ends will always be clean
So long as they're bathed in justifications for a disgusting lifestyle.
Take a shower every now and again.
The future isn't your downfall.
-Alyssa Anne
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
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