"We'll this isn't good."
"Fuck me!"
His body feels abused, skin bruised, muscles aching.
When you get your hand stuck in a jar, you know iTs going To be one of those days
It shouldn't be this hard
There are some things better left unsaid
Everything is a mess
The room smells of cigarettes and stale beer
S/he laid back, eyes on the sky above, trying to ignore the shouting.
It isn't as easy as it looks