decrowned

i put down the hammer, i'm tired of getting hurt. slowly growing a tougher skin, a taller wall, sturdy. stop trying to understand. just collect data. watch and learn. just keep swimming. I found a poem that i wrote this summer, it doesn't matter anymore. no longer royal. decrowned. The Baker's Wife....what a ho. the baker should have never taken her back. Alcohol, i love that Nova talked about it in acting. give give give give give. take from me, keep trying to please, need to sit back and take something in drugs drugs drunks sip chug snort swallow. whatev control that i waver. i don't care what you think. tired. i just don't care anymore. i don't.

Nova: I can smell vodka from a mile away....
Carl to me: Can she smell our room?