Light- Sleeping at Last
Its like I dont see boundries. I mess around too much. Pick on people too much. I'm too handsy. I dont mean to be. Not at all. I set my mind to messing with someone no matter what and its not until someone blows up that I realize. Not until they refuse to respond to my mischief and then I want to do nothing bit cry. Because long after I realize I just made them uncomfortable and didnt understand. It makes me want to feel horrible. Im sorry. Ill do better. I care about my friends more then I can explain. I hate doing anything negative toward them. I hate feeling like the annoying friend. I wonder why I cant stop. Why dont I see that line? Why do I get caught up in the moment.
I got handsy with my friend wrestling and annoying him. He asked, "whens the last time you got laid?" The worst part is I just joked it off and kept messing around. Do I seem like I just want sex doing that. I feel disgusting. I feel disgusting. I feel disgusting. Did I make them feel disgusting? If that why I feel that way? Why cant I keep my hands to myself. Is it because I dont feel my mom ever gave me that? That physical love? Some deep shit I dont understand? Whats wrong with me? I hate myself so fucking much.
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My 3am Thoughts
PoetryThis are the moments when I am alone at 3am and my mind wont turn off. I am going to be talking about topics that arent suitable for young audiences as well as isnt for anyone easily triggered. Thanks.
