of the boy who smells like zip-lock
i don't know why. tingly tingly, i don't remember what that is like. i don't remember the crazy sweet darkness, or the clutching till the tips of my fingers turn red. i don't want to know what it's all about again, i tell myself no, it's not my salvation. but it's sorta different when you don't stop breathing. it just doesn't matter that you go, and it doesn't matter if you stay, either way it's the same but it's different but it's very cool and i like it, and maybe you. yeah, you're definitely cool.