i'm just a full tank away from freedom

i'm such a spitfire. i'm hotheaded in nearly every way, especially the ones that burn the most. i can't keep my hand from the stove and my head from the fever.

stuck in a lonely loop, etc. is this the way i'll always be? (oh, no.) currently manifesting a manic episode, because what else can you do?

i can't help but crave a bit of sweat. sweat is one of the most classic things to break into. wanting to knock out your teeth is a manifestation of how much i hate wanting to fuck you. i'll curl my fingers into a fist or you, whichever you prefer. wrapping presents, wrapping legs, wrapping bodies, wrapping candy... wrapping up. pulling out.

i get delirious, hysterical, HISterical. cloud my mind, cloudy hair. roll your eyes into a joint and i'll smoke it. i want you so badly. i hate sleeping alone. the pillow is only so soft, so warm...

i'm tired of being poor and sick and hungry and cold. i'm going to get out of here like all the kids before me. i'm a walking cliche, but that gives me hope. i'm going to get that damn football, one of these days.