commit to the bit

just once. just once in my life. i would like to give a monologue to my Destined Rival in a hall of mirrors maze.

“we’re not so different…you and I…”

maybe I’ll say something that really hits a nerve and they shoot me in the face only to find out it’s a mirror image of me

wish i was in one of those tubes of aquarium goo… just shakin around..

womanhood and having a voyeuristic relationship with your own pain

“am i suffering beautifully?” “is my agony lovable?”

no one tells you that Adulthood is faking it til you make it and finding joy in things like cleaning out your closet or managing to buy candles 50% off

im forever chasing that high i experienced every time we watched a slightly outdated 1990s documentary on vhs in my 4th grade astronomy class