Always Mad And Usually Drunk

I could have lived in peace (stayed warm in my bed) but my enemies (job that pays my bills) brought me war (e-mails i have to respond to)

who decided the current psych ward system was a good idea like “let’s lock up someone who is having the worst time of their life and is in crisis with a bunch of other people who are having the worst time of their life and are in crisis and make them witness each other’s agony. also let’s hire demons for nurses just in case it isn’t traumatic enough”

“we should take all the suicidal people and lock them in one place and see what happens”

the past isn’t behind you it coils inside your body that’s why some years you feel closer and more nostalgic for certain ages than others just fyi

the world needs more handwritten letters confessing love