March 2010
Rub it in my face
Do you know what I love? Sitting at my desk and watching the happy-as-larry rich-as-fuck family next door prepare home made pizzas and drink expensive wine together.
I seriously look right down into their kitchen window.
Fuck.
You.
Anybody there?
Just wondering….is anyone reading this?
If so- what are you up to? Please tell me it’s better than reading a New Idea that your gay housemate left on the bench downstairs whilst simultanously polishing off an entire packet of Mars Pods.
No? Yes?
Silence.
Feeling really lonely tonight.
Got home from work at a normal hour which only made it worse….I’m not so tired that I pass out in my skirt, rather wide awake and bored as fuck.
I would run over a small child to have someone in my bed right now.
Anyone. It’s so quiet I can hear the house breathing.
“ILOVEYOUMORETHANLIFEYOUKNOWTHATRIGHT.”
—I’ve posted this before and I’ll say the same again- then where the hell are you now?
Play
Us
Regina Spektor
We’re living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We’re living in a den of thieves
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
Play
