when you have no plans.
when you have nothing to offer.
when your atm always says "insufficient funds."
when you are told you can't sleep here again in an empty parking lot.
when you don't have a vagina or breasts to tease old perverted men with to send you money.
when your plans made yesterday always fall through and all you here is silence.
when you're all alone, unable to think, unable, to see the stars, unable to fall asleep trying to piece together where it went wrong. wishing you had a time machine, but knowing that would probably be useless to because you'd repeat the same mistakes.
when you go to work and fantasize about hanging yourself in the bathroom, while your coworkers serenade you with popular hip hop songs written and sung by artists you don't know because you're behind the times.
waiting on a response to an email where you poured your heart and soul to the only person you ever cared about so deeply outside your parents, and seeing no new messages.
taking medicine to cope.
tonight i hope someone tries to rob me at gunpoint, instead of coming across a nude women at a hotel grabbing my dick because i would rather be shot in the head then have an orgasm.
(ps. to the people who ask me to give them free pizza when im on a delivery, please stop. this happens at least 10 times a shift. 70 times a week. 280 times a month. if i could i would, but i cant which i'm sure you already know. i laugh along with you after you say it, but in reality i wish you wou either just give me some money or leave me alone.)
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