I Never Believed in this Place

my skills include reading an entire page of an academic text without absorbing a single word

im feeling so sensual and nude

going on a guilt trip do yall want anything

if you really cared about me you wouldn't have to ask

formative years? aren’t they all?

show me a permanent self and i will show you a facade or a corpse

its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

god the horrible urge to vague post is eating me alive but i must

someone wronged me once