Oh how you shouldn’t know or couldn’t know or wouldn’t know of my dizzingyinf thoughts while I’m plastered. I’d never tell…while I’m raptured in myself. I’m never drunk. Just doing what living is to me. And you do you. Ignore me. Be yourself mad at me always. Never satisfied even when I’m sober and laughing you just passively complain. Never taken by me, why did you choose me? We were just there at one point or instance so I guess it was convenience…it was pathetic. You never liked me. No one does. Only the facade I create the one of alcohol and sod. The plastic smiles made by money and pride that only wind can appreciate. I’m not ypurs or anyone’s. You aren’t mine. We’re together alone again. I’m forever alone again.
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