I'm sad trash. There is a like a blood vessel or some shit
in my lip that keeps twitching. I looked in the mirror and
I could see it. If someone sees it,it'll be hard to pretend
that everything is OK. I want to hide from everything but
I'm lonely. But I can't go out while my fears are literally
pulsing on my face. I'll go to a movie again. Maybe I can
watch the guy behind the counter in secret again, and
pretend we are friends. I'll pretend that we're talking
about the movie, the troubled horse, the beautiful night
ahead.Maybe he loves me in secret, too.