a stained glass variation of the truth

i am supposed to have the energy… to do stuff...?

i love people so much that im trying to be one myself. its a bit crazy, i know…

I should probably have a good scream. I feel like I’m a little overdue a blood curdling throat ripping yell

when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”

and ashbery said “accept yourself as numerous”

and when mahmoud darwish said “I am besieged by contradiction” and when lewis carroll said “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then”

i bet the pain will end if i arrange a perfect enough sentence about it

burnout from not doing anything