I’m all covered in dust and sun and sex and feelings that don’t go beyond apathy. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even have the energy to self-destruct anymore. I think it might have started about a week ago. Probably when I couldn’t feel what you could feel because you kept trying to tell me your feelings with words so I got angry and lit a match and everything but us was destroyed. Now everything is dead around us but nothing is going out of existence. It’s all just fucking lingering in this red haze where time doesn’t exist, and nobody else seems to fucking care. It was worth it though, wasn’t it? It was worth it for the fade to red when everything went up in flames and you told me I had problems. That was fucking cool.
