empty as the hallway long after midnight; i am walking

black

red

never beg someone to stay

and never beg someone for their attention

I’m never opening up to anybody again. It all just gets thrown back in my face.

something will always be wrong with me. i will never be whole

Life's better when nobody knows anything about you

I’m not real. Nothing is.

I wouldn’t mind napping for like a year or 7

Oops feeling dead inside again

“woman in bed”, 1910

Jakub Schikaneder

From my fire escape