i'm not perfect.

i say stupid things.

"i gotta get through this."

give me just a second and i'll be alright
surely one more moment couldn't break my heart
give me 'til tomorrow then i'll be okay
just another day and then i'll hold you tight

i'm gonna get through this.

"Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm. Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep"

I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable
I am not a robot
You're loveable, so loveable
But you're just troubled
It's ok to say you've got a weak spot
You don't always have to be on top.

Guess what? I'm not a robot.

I AM NOT A ROBOT.

"I have whispered in the wind, and tried to force it all to fit into a lifeless silhouette."

my stomach has decided to decay at the raw age of 19.

either that or it's trying to tell me something.

can your body parts be wiser than you and try to help by going crazy?

i need a stomach whisperer right now.