i should get a deal with visine

if they wrote a book called "how to fuck up in every imaginable aspect" there would be some copyright issues to be addressed. mistakes are mapped out on my insides. my veins will always be blue. i owe a list of apologies to each one. i'm tired. but not like a joke. like how a dog feels in the pound when he sees all the people walking by his cage, year after year. i've run out of "i'm sorrys". theres a difference between giving up and being given up on but facedown on the floor, salty eyed i can't see it. i will edit this tomorrow. sunlight makes me regret.

ifeellikeapunchintheface

(good)night