I wish I was drunk so I could pass out

I wish I was drunk so I could blame my actions on something else

I wish I was drunk so I could say that I don't actually feel like this

why am i able to think enough for the motor skills to function, able to write, to type this, without looking at the screen, or my sore hands? able to realize that I just made a mistake and backspace and correct it, yet unable to find you, and tell you, and take you home with me?

all I know is, there are too many fucking michelles in the world, and not enough katies.






Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fucking fuck with a side of fuck and a fucking fucker fuck fucking fuckity fuck.

manic