If You Find Yourself Falling Apart

Ohhh why can't it feel good when life fucks me? Then I'd have no
reason for boys, no reason for a constant barrage of thoughts in my
mind about him, and him, and sex, and sex...
If life fucking me hard felt good? I'd be SO satisfied. But it doesn't
feel like anything. So I keep thinking of him. And him. Sex, and sex.
Oh well...