im hungry, of food, of you.

never call, never text. great thing, huh?

btw, im really extremely hungry. but i dont know. i hate to study right now, i hate to live life right now. i just want to curl up and die. thats a great idea.

im needy, and im crossing you out. im crossing everybodys out. and im taking the one that is veryvery salty. i take you and myself.

what the fuck am i talking about? i need my medicine i guess.
well the point is, im sorry, but i dont feel like i do.
is it my fault is it yours, i think it's mine. no need to apologize because just lay it on me.
i know im wrong. im sorry. im so so sorry.

and now im full.