Sugar Covered Lemons

My hair is greasy and my clothes are loose. I’ve had three Red Bulls in three hours and a stale cracker. I misplaced the definition of sleep in the purple bags of my eyes and it will take another seven days to find it but until then I will eat vanilla ice cream and wait until I can feel my heart again. I loath drinking so I guzzled four cups of beer and 3 glasses of champagne because I craved a migraine the next morning. Feeling has never been tougher and that aggravates the shit out of me. I love kissing but I don’t want to do it and I like eating sugar covered lemons but I’m disgusted. I get to know the wall for twenty minutes before I realize that the water is boiling over and I’ve burned the last of my warm thoughts. Fuck. It’s June 4th.