if there is a god perhaps they think their job is only to prevent my absolute demise. I'm sitting under this sagging tree with diseased leaves. but still, they are very much green.
listeless life // scattered purpose
shaken up shaken up! years ago when someone would call my name I'd look at them with these alarmed eyes. my eyes aren't that big anymore. good for me good for who? I don't mind the way my body morphs and I yearn and dread the day it will stop.
there's enough people to think you pretty but. how many would inexplicably?
I want to be outside and hidden and on display!!!!
how cruel how cruel how cruel!! and for what. it's okay to have good days but even better to have ruined someone's with just your face. we're all only at different ends of the same circumstance.
all my secret spots have been found out and worn out. I only own a footstep of the ground at once. then another footstep elsewhere. then another then another then another
I'm ok with where I am in time
i hold a pillow to sleep. musty smell of lipstick in my bedroom. I'm so scared my life is getting smaller and smaller and closing in on me
