i started crying on wednesday
not because it was valentines day and i'm single, i actually didn't care about that
that's why i was crying
it's because i don't care anymore
i abandoned my dreams on tuesday.
i didn't even realize and when i did on wednesday that was another reason i cried.
i had a dream to get a ton of pets and pursue a career in animation
now i wanna die by the time i'm thirty (unless something comes up, then it's late thirties)
now i want to be a bartender (preferably at a gay bar👀👀👀)
i'm okay with this fantasy, i guess
it's realistic. i can see myself being somewhat happy. i don't really have much to live for, anyway, so (y'all better miss me with that "i would be bummed if you died" shit don't guilt-trip me you know i'm a softie) so yeah whatever happens, happens.
i'm here for a good time, not a long time.
IDEAL FUTURE FANTASY: we get bombed, ultimately causing the government to permanently collapse, and best-case-scenario there's either a nuclear apocalypse or we all fucking die either way it's a win-win
