UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Te necesito.

Solo estas mintiendo, solo estas jugando.

Solo dejame solo, vete.

I can actually hear it breaking.
I don't think you could actually fake this.
Is everything really abstract and intangible and am I destined to be on this same path of senselessness and fucking insatiable hunger.
I cannot eat.
But I want to eat.
I cannot love.

I'm not sure I want to, either.

FUCK ME

I don't even want to write.
I don't want to do much of anything.
I just.

I don't
I

I'm lost.