My mind is full of thoughts.
A few are good.
Like baby weasels and banana, chocolate muffins.
But that only fuels a small bit if my mind.
The rest is dark.
Like knowing that the person I love will never love me the way I do with them.
Or the huge amount a stress put on me by family,
Or the demons that crawl around in my brain that contaminate everything.
My mind is fucked,
And there's nothing I can do about it.
