cozy

i take naps throughout the day. each time i do, just before shutting down for sleep, i get ok with dying. then when i wake up, i'm fine with the end being near.

no, i'm just different

i got in a fight with this one dude over something stupid. whatever, it's a dumb story. but at one point he tried to call me out and told me i was jealous.

on my walk home i thought - i don't feel jealousy. i just fall further into sadness. how do i feel jealousy? i want that.

just do whatever and get off me

it's late again and all i want to say is: by the time we think of it - it's past.

there's too much to keep track of

everyone thinks their priorities are top of the list. but that's fine. i want yours to take the lead. i'm just never worried anything i'm counted on for has to get done, so let's make sure you can cross it all off. let you breathe.

gosh

i can't stop fretting over how life feels like a gift we love, that isn't ours, and we have to give back. It feels like nothing more than a thin resource we depend on, and since it can't fuse to become a part of me, it's impossible to spend a minute unaware of it's flaws.

whatever it says, isn't this a lovely graphic?

i've been bad

like when i was young, before my earliest memories, over and over i'm setting out to find negative attention, because from there if i prove them wrong it isn't much to lose. suppose they had some other idea of me i had to work harder to maintain - now that would be too gallantly a walk into the unknown.

"we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation."