not me fucking crying because i have no clue who i am or what i am or if i even actually like tomatoes but i'm confused and there's like tears and mucus and fuckin bullshit and emotions and i'm like so tired of being in my goddamn house but i still have covid and so does everyone else in this hellhole and i can't leave i just wanna leave i'm so tired of this
looking back on life thinking about the time i said at least i have legs to a double amputee in an argument and kicking myself with the legs i indeed do have
I've come to the realization that I was only interesting when I was high. Now I have nothing interesting to say, I'm just a dull person with nothing quirky about me it's kinda nice to know