evilpigeon

i still can’t smoke in front of my mother, because i just feel as if i’m seven years old again and doing something mischievous. like stealing my sisters limited edition barbie. although, she knows i smoke, and even bought me an ash tray for the garden.

i miss, and i never miss anyone. i forget that she’s no longerr mine sometimes. and she forgets i’m no longer hers. and morning sunshine is like hell.

i need a waist to hold. and everything just feels a little

too strange at the moment.