"You disgust me,"
Your voice echoes through the time zones in my head and I crouch over the toilet bowl and retch. I retch until my soul has purged itself of the scars you drew. I retch until tears and sweat mingle lost down my face. I retch until all I can see is spinning white tiles.
My reflection spits rejection and together, we cry.
"When was the last time you finished something you started?"
"You don't call, you don't text, you've forgotten how to smile, are we dead yet?"
"It's only a book N, it's only a book. It won't bite. If it does, bite back!"
"Move!"
"She's the princess of the house, can't even move to get herself a glass of water, our pretty little invalid..right girls?"
"Sorry, you're just not..right for the job."
"Why can't you be more like..."
"Do you want to go out tonight? What do you want to do then? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
If I start spinning, will the earth stop?
It's about time, don't you think?
Your voice echoes through the time zones in my head and I crouch over the toilet bowl and retch. I retch until my soul has purged itself of the scars you drew. I retch until tears and sweat mingle lost down my face. I retch until all I can see is spinning white tiles.
My reflection spits rejection and together, we cry.
"When was the last time you finished something you started?"
"You don't call, you don't text, you've forgotten how to smile, are we dead yet?"
"It's only a book N, it's only a book. It won't bite. If it does, bite back!"
"Move!"
"She's the princess of the house, can't even move to get herself a glass of water, our pretty little invalid..right girls?"
"Sorry, you're just not..right for the job."
"Why can't you be more like..."
"Do you want to go out tonight? What do you want to do then? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
If I start spinning, will the earth stop?
It's about time, don't you think?
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