EAT THE MOON

In bed. Straight up losing it. And by "it," well. Haha. Let's just say. My memories

the purpose of friends is to have people who unconditionally hate your shitty exes & relatives. like maybe YOU have a complex relationship with your father but i sure don't. i'm outside his house with a gun. he's not the unforgivable asshole who raised me he's just an unforgivable asshole

diagnosed with 2 much love in my heart

[remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health] YOU should kill yourself

man. shoplifting in the 70s must have been so easy. no cameras in sight only living in the moment

I tap the mic. “Most people don’t want to crawl down your chimney and steal your dog.”

the crowd murmurs uncertainly.

“If someone wants to steal your dog,” I continue, “there are easier ways to do that. They don’t have to crawl into a chimney.”

Murmuring intensifies. People stand in their seats and begin to boo.

“People disguising themselves as chimney sweepers and stealing dogs is not a rational fear,” I shout. “Literally anyone could steal your dog. Why make sweeping chimneys illegal?”

“I have a list of chimney sweeps who stole dogs from parks!” Someone yells, throwing a shoe.

“You seriously think no chimney sweepers could possibly ever steal from a home?” Another cries.

“Only a dog thief would even want to crawl into a chimney to begin with!” Says a third.

A single tear rolls down my cheek. They are all so fucking stupid

This is a metaphor

i am simultaneously self-improving and being self destructive dont ask me how i just am

it's me and my fear of abandonment against the world

me, learning things about myself: oh this is bad

i just hate feeling so forgotten and unimportant