i am a ghost.
a ghost with a really bad cold.
i am thinking really terrible thoughts. they are the kind of thoughts that you shouldn't ever think or say. i won't say them, that's awful, but i am thinking them. but my eyes are rough, dry and a weird fleshy pink red colour. the left one is closing on its own, kind of like i am winking at someone, and my limbs are tired. i slept in my bed this afternoon after consuming so much spicy soup. full belly of hot goodness. at least that sleep wasn't plagued by dreams of pregnany and sushi. no way. this sleep won't have you in it. couldn't even believe my subconscious. i need someone else to distract me now because this is getting un-fucking-real.
a ghost with a really bad cold.
i am thinking really terrible thoughts. they are the kind of thoughts that you shouldn't ever think or say. i won't say them, that's awful, but i am thinking them. but my eyes are rough, dry and a weird fleshy pink red colour. the left one is closing on its own, kind of like i am winking at someone, and my limbs are tired. i slept in my bed this afternoon after consuming so much spicy soup. full belly of hot goodness. at least that sleep wasn't plagued by dreams of pregnany and sushi. no way. this sleep won't have you in it. couldn't even believe my subconscious. i need someone else to distract me now because this is getting un-fucking-real.
