My mouth is dry. They've been dry for weeks. The taste is old. They long for thirst. Sweet and sour thirst. Something exciting. Something new. I've been running into disappointments for months. They ran flat very quickly, or just got up and ran.

My mind is system overload. Double thinking every mistake I've made during the day. Thinking I'm never good enough for anyone. I can't be myself, I'm always chasing that perfect girl.

My heart is empty. No one wants me. I try so hard to look toe to head cute everyday for someone to catch my eye. At the same time, while friends are hooking me up with their men, I like being single.

My ear is routine. All my music is running together. Dull and boring.

Inside my mind.