arizona is a load of empty boxes. I've never considered/planned more revolt than i have here, being so bored and feeling so very intrusive on the lives that so gratefully invited me in. not realizing i was actually a real, honest, twistedly vulnerable girl. thing is, i cant feel a thing, and i know they feel just as dull in their lives, i just resist the things they fill the void with. no room for art, music, or expansion of anything but my fucking skin with all this food.
Where has the good gone, no love like our love, been three months since i could feel something that i could prove in someone else. since i cried happy tears, since i was attracted to anyone, my favorite color has changed its contrast. the sunset has nothing to do with the new light in your eyes, you found when you left.
Enough.
i don't think im gonna write again until its about something i CAN feel.
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