curse

told my first grade teacher if i could be a plant, i would be a sunflower. its still true.

ily

yummy, just wish the image wasnt so visceral. i lick my chapped lips and nosebleeds.

i drink it to myself

i live here.

theres an incomparable hopelessness in the moment you realize it tangled on its journey down the stairs.

maybe ill update my rating when ive felt a loving touch.