biting the edges
of my tips / ridges of my finger-
nails
body’s itching
going hungry (got no food
to chew
on)
always blowing whatever leftover money I have
on weed
(had no bottle
ever since I stopped drinking)
lost my appetite for most
things
confidence deteriorated / along with my looks / no social
skills / don’t get
out much
it’s cold
most people are lamer
than me (and that’s saying
sumert)
don’t wanna pick up the phone / speak
to any-
1
not leaving the house today / not
going
out. Not
ever
the real world is scary.