Part 1 - Lola ffing Daydream
My mind is ‘special’
It’s just always hungry
For life
For food
For info
For attention
For what
I’m also easily distracted
I don’t want to be
But she’s cute
But she’s straight
But everyone’s straight
But maybe I’m straight
But I’m not straight
People talk about me behind my back
As if I’m blind and deaf
It’s sweet
It’s flattering
It gets you paranoid
It gets you suicidal
It gets you friends?
I might lie to myself about being attractive
I’m not sure about that
I’m mean
I’m fake
I’m judgey
I’m vulgar
I’m fabulous
There I go rambling again, I should stop that
But I won’t
And I’m only human
And I’m in love
And I’m out love
And I’m funny?
And I’m not here anymore
Are you?
I’m sorry
Do you want to care?
Do you like yourself?
You should
I do
Whoever the fuck you are
Sorry.
I know she’ll leave me
I’m just biding my time
I feel emo now, do you?
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Exams are coming. Pepper your anguses.
I don’t know what to say.
This is a place where I get deep and kind of depressed.
But also kind of sarcastic and antisocial
Why are you reading this again?
