You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass, with cho fine ass.

I pray this rain cleanses me as it does the earth, 

and maybe I can move past this sleep deprived, crippled by anxiety, obsessing over the only things I can control mindset I've fallen oh-so-ungracefully into. I'm fucking drowning myself in sex and mundane To-do Lists to keep myself from slamming into Other Kate.

I guess this is a picture of her, cause it's certainly not of me.