the musings of a paranoid man

sometimes my intuition is real. sometimes it’s just an old wound recognizing a familiar shape

they should invent a disproportionate emotional response that goes away when you understand it's disproportionate. they should invent a way to logic yourself out of emotions

does a cute pose despite it all

girl help all i do is endure

i think "oh my childhood doesn't even impact me that much" & then im Afraid To Sit in The Living Room

i’m hiding worse, more secret emotions behind my big and obvious ones

I'm an anxious little fuck. I get scared

"You look tired" im literaly going insane

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

sorry if i seem out of it it's because i Literally Am