hoping some camera would catch your face

i do not change. I have not changed. Still doing the same things still whatever. MY BRAIN. your face never forgets a cry like trace reminents of
acidddd in your spine. ON THE BUS my bus sucks. MY BUS has no door and people eek on and eek off and i get motion sickness and panic attacks at certain intersections and my equillibrium is a blue slushie freezing my corpus collusium and leaking out my tear ducts and my neighbor screamed at me all night for wrestling someone on my floor and being the typical winner that I am and have always been.

my family thinks im rather god awful at times and at times i tend to agree. My apartment gave ___asthma and i chose ___ in a way but I am fucking tired of trying to decipher eye movements and coddling my cell phone for so many various randoms never ever ever leading to anything is it wrong of me to actually want a __________? I can't even say it. But I do. and I actually feel like I'm dating myself chasing round, running around, you run around more than I ever did you fucking prick.

Noooo moorre i dooonntt caaarrree aaannnyyymooorre itttt isss waaayyy too much work TOO MUCH WORK TOO MUCH ENERGY your saliva is wasted on me or maybe maybe maybe for once i wasted it on somebody else oh shit, oh damn. TOO MANY PRANK CALLLLSSS.

I want to have my glands removed.