i feel like i lose all my friends slowly like yeah were still friends but each day we talk less until we become strangers again
is there a word for “i’m okay but it’s a fragile kind of okay so be gentle with me”?
So, I saw a little roach crawl onto the stove and just sit there… waiting for me to cook something… So, I figured I’d turn into a psycho and plan this death carefully. I thought about squishing it but that’s too mainstream. I thought about spraying it with some horrible chemicals, but that wouldn’t please me.
Finally, I decided to turn the stove onto “high heat” and watch its little legs burn to a crisp. Ahhh The smell of burnt roach. That’ll do it.
That, Mr. Roach, is what I call “getting served”.
But you see, there is
a graveyard in my mouth
filled with words that
have died on my lips.
I fear that it is okay to feel empty. They told me
it was normal and I never questioned
the vicious sadness that incapacitated my lungs
to the point that I did not want to breathe.
As if being overcome with the feeling that every surrounding
has been made up is a natural occurrence. I question
my existence almost as much as I question
the truth of happiness. They act as if
depression is an excuse to be lazy, because they
have not felt as if their bones were locked to the sheets,
their thoughts telling them that no matter what
they do, they are weak. They act as if anxiety is just
another way to get out of tough situations,
because they have never broken down in a crowded room,
had their breath stolen from them, felt completely
paralysed and been too humiliated to move.
I fear that it is okay to feel as if everything is nothing.
They say that loving is unusual, yet hating
is a sin, and I don’t know where to stand on the spectrum,
or if there is one at all. Because I want to live my life
with passion, but they said that either way,
my feet have been glued to this space.
I fear that it is okay to feel lonely. Yet as soon as
you ask for some time alone, people tell you that you
must be sad and do not understand
that in the quiet you can find peace and pieces
of yourself that you never knew were there.
I fear that people do not understand that it is okay.
It is okay.
hey girls friendly reminder that if another girl is being mean to you, avoid calling her a bitch, slut, or whore, because it’s likely there will be dudebros nearby and if you say that they might think it’s ok to say that to other women. Call her “motherfucking shithead” or “cranberry fucknut” or something that’s genderneutral. If we wanna change we gotta start somewhere
cranberry fucknut is my new favourite insult.