dear cold eyes and tired hands diary,
you would think it would be the other way around, and it is, but i thought i would switch it up just to see what that would look like and it made sense- so i left it. but when i got up it was stuffy in here so i opened up both windows as far as they would go and now i realize that was dumb. but ima go back to bed anyway because- you guessed it- my eyeballs ain't up yet- oh what an upset- and honestly i am about hypnotized with the repetition of my eyes drifting back and forth in my head. it is a cruel place here, and love would make it easier, kindness would make it more pleasant, trust would make it more tolerable, and laughter more fun, but writing to you keeps me alive inside- and remembering my journey and everything and more that it took to make me become a whore- well that is what i live for- but usually only when i am awake- for fucks sake.
you would think it would be the other way around, and it is, but i thought i would switch it up just to see what that would look like and it made sense- so i left it. but when i got up it was stuffy in here so i opened up both windows as far as they would go and now i realize that was dumb. but ima go back to bed anyway because- you guessed it- my eyeballs ain't up yet- oh what an upset- and honestly i am about hypnotized with the repetition of my eyes drifting back and forth in my head. it is a cruel place here, and love would make it easier, kindness would make it more pleasant, trust would make it more tolerable, and laughter more fun, but writing to you keeps me alive inside- and remembering my journey and everything and more that it took to make me become a whore- well that is what i live for- but usually only when i am awake- for fucks sake.