Shed that stress like a second skin. Revel in the sensitivity of your exposed nerves for a moment, and then slip into the next. I like vulgarity too much. I’ll never be a good writer because I don’t think anymore about it. It just feels good. Like lots of things. I don’t want to be high alone. I want somebody to get excited over. I need to let go more. This is starting to wear off but I want it to stay. I need somebody to fall in love with every time I get high. I need someone to put my hands on. I want to be taken care of. Fuck me and smoke me out.