How am I supposed to say this to you? It needs to be good.

every song is breaking my heart.

when we pass that McDonalds

you know the one on the roundabout

i consider letting myself go

but smile instead.

i have no boyfriends.

i want to dance and eat a burger under some lights

water rushing nearby

i don’t want to be cold and i love having you in my home until i don’t like it anymore.

there’s a hundred million guys like that!

everything is breaking my heart.

a woman’s WhatsApp message starts with ‘hey love’ and she can’t figure out how to finish it

i want to kiss her cheek.

i’m lonely in the way i’ve always been

so grow up and climb.

trainers are a fallacy these things aren’t comfy!

everyone is breaking my heart.

i don’t want you to touch me but maybe you should try anyway? what kind of idea is that

an embarrassing flag waves limply and i’m glad for the traffic

don’t move from sitting next to me it hurts

“Lots of cute bois here”

what if i stayed inside forever and made porn?

was lazy and worked hard at doing nothing?

left the house to leave the country and started waxing?

the beep’s too much now actually.

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