Dear future self,
// Don't ever fall for Love. / Ever. / You'll regret it. / Love will be the center of gravity. / Your head will automatically pull into some casualty, / Unaware of the drool coming out of your mouth. / Whoops. / You'll grow a new superpower: Invisibility. / Hiding from humanity. / No ability to speak. / The bones in your body magically turn to goo. / You become soberly drunken. / If that makes sense. / Don't EVER fall for Love. / EVER. / Don't forget you capability, of keep bullshit out of your brain capacity. / Don't forget your vulnerability. / Forget "fault in our bullshit" We have no infinities within infinities within infinities. / Just nothingness. / Believe me. / I would know. //
Sincerely, past self
