Voices are telling me this guy you went “on a date with” from the Hostel in Boston, the guy that bought you chicken, the guy that you “spit on his plate” for or whatever, he got a blowjob from you.
Let’s revisit the facts:
Before arriving in Boston you broke up with me in New york
Some of the individuals at the hostel would coerce you into sexual activity by holding your belongings hostage
if I feel anything it’s because I wish I could have done something to prevent these outrageous accusations
I can’t change the past
Now that we’ve established all of those rules… I don’t “feel” like I want to say “so what” but the only option I have is “so what”
The tightness in my chest doesnt matter.
my heart beating in my throat doesnt matter.
this headache coming on because I’m filled with a rage and no appropriate outlet, doesnt matter.
Nothing matters.
Nothing matters…