Somehow you always seem to turn it back around onto me. But you know what? I don’t give a fuck anymore.
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
It seems as if this place where I used to feel comfortable and free expressing my inner thoughts without judgement, has turned into an unsafe environment for me to do so because I know I won’t hear the end of whatever I said later on -___-
lolz..