I’m drunk
and beaten
down.
I love some peo­ple
and I hate some peo­ple
the ones I love–
they’ll never know it
the ones I hate–
there’s noth­ing that can stop them from being able to tell.
Hid­ing feel­ings is like hid­ing a birth defect.
If you’re human, you know what’s going on.
If I had a