The Tip

I purge.

I shed.

I emotionally eat.

I resemble a fucking chipmunk.

Fire in my head.

Apparently, there are 100,000 possible mates for my beautiful damaged soul.

Fuck.

La Vie en Rose.

Another Lionel Richie song.

I miss you, but I found me.

I think that’s a song too.

I was tormented by Polaroids of you. 

$pent on Taylor Swift. 

Pringles.

Damn.

I am Heaven.

Amen.