Good conversation is so erotic

Class after nap 😭

Obviously there is much happening behind the scene that's why i stay off stage. Not among the audience,and not amoung the performers

Touch repulsive and touch starved. we aint the same.

How do you feel to be a pick me when noone picks you

All this character development and you are still stuck in the same hole?

Headache has a big crush on me

Caked= you are in trouble

No mommy im hungry and depressed

The urge to fake my disappearance

If i ever write a book it's title will be 'how to hunt each other' whatever the content might be

And on another note i wanna be a tall niga in America now

I have alot to say im welling to donate blood for someone to understand what's going inside me

Be true to yourself i know you wanna dissapper in a forest, ride a bike at a high speed, comfort a friend, talk smth very personal in your own mother tongue, look at the ocean without romanticizing drowning, feed a dog without fearing his sharp teeth as it grazes your hand, walk on your own, ignore the weight of expectations for a min, adding someone into your schedule, learn to dance in front of the cruel world, look at the eyes of a storm and smile, help someone without expecting any return

Decisions i made and decisions made for me... I chase the world and run from my own self
Why do I seek validation in these dark waters? Why do I barter my very essence for a fleeting spark that only serves to illuminate the abyss? I trace the outlines of hopes that once burned bright, now flickering like dying embers, wondering if they can still fit within the confines of this oppressive night.

the home I miss isn’t a place? It’s a time when my life made sense. When things made sense.

I do care inside. It’s just heavily guarded by sarcasm and snacks.Deep down. Like, really deep. Might need a shovel.

only in the metaphysical sense, where nothing truly matters and yet I still overthink everything.

Watch me slowly lose my shit

I doubt the quill can even handle the absurdity, don't think the paper can understand the irony, you would laugh and call me sentimental so, I will no longer make a fool of myself. I will ask when this will end but it has passed years ago it's just me stuck in man-made cage

Keep that zesty ahh behavior to yourself god