few weeks too many

junior drama, bachelorette anxieties. twisted spine, brain beaten black-and-blue. an abundance of nonsense for lips that only seal shut when another mouth is on it. affinity in unadulterated teenage filth, shameless and sinful, horrible and hormonally-motivated; just wild wreckages waiting to tear each other apart... static. radio silence. feel around all you want, but the words will never taste adequate on your tongue. so laconically dramatic, a curated portrayal of certainty that keeps me up all night. SO F***ING DUMB! what happened to living in the moment?