𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 || 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮

0.6

I curl my sheets away from the ones I love
Only to lose the sight of the things I truly want.
Trading dignity for displeasures on sunken beds, stench with the scent of cheap perfumes, priced at exorbitant rates. Waiting for a climax that's just as underwhelming as soil under nails as i cultivate my mind in preparation for an undesirable sowing. As i feel emptier and emptier
With every 0 added into a plastic card. Im barely capable of doing g00d