The Loveliest Lies of All

everyone loves me because of my inconsistent memory, inconsistent sense of self, inconsistent availability, and inconsistent awareness of reality

(has a tummyache but doesn't want to ruin my air of gothic mystique) there is a deep pain welling inside me

sorry for the nervous breakdown everyone im actuallt fine because i have to be

i think i deserve financial compensation for everything. all of it. i’m not even gonna specify

hey sorry i acted weird the other day i was trying so hard to act normal that it backfired

basically i have to stay silly bc the other option is death

if i saw a person filming me i would kill them

i hear im winning the prize for torturing myself

[one single bloodcurdling agonized scream] ok time to lock in

when someone has "taken" in their bio it's bc they've been consumed by the fog

hey. don't cry. how the gentle wind beckons through the leaves as autumn colors fall. okay?