ugh

When you go away
I sit here , baking cookies,
Reading sharon olds, and I’ve been doing this far too long
I don’t know what life is
Other than cookies and books
Listening to sprout and the bean
I don’t know what life is other than music
How do I live
When do I start?
A boy asked me to go on a date I say no
Why cant I just let go?
Oh , friends
Driving around on a Friday night ,
My blackk &mild still lit ,
Why am I here?
I don’t like anyone , of whom im with
Lisa says something of her boyfriend,
My ex.
I sit back and smoke my wine cigar
Like nothing means nothing .