Sometimes..you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And still, it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...
It would not be because it cared.
This is the story of the girl with no tits. Went to my school. No tits. Big dumb moon face.
<rant>I hate it when people's usernames make no fucking sense or are oxymorons.</rant>
The color of hunger is everything. Like a really shitty watercolor thing. You know how that goes, like... the paper is too thin, so there are spots where it looks eroded, or like,sunken in. There are bits and flashes of different colors, as if a rave were behind your eyelids. There are empty bits in the color of hunger, splashes that were missed, like when a teacher erases everything on the board but one little bit and it annoys that one person in the class with OCD. The color of hunger is ugly and brown in some places, and sometimes purple and green in others. It's weird, but that's what the color of hunger is.
...Got bored. creativewritin