not word vomit, brain vomit.

[shallow_means]

there's something tragically satisfying about the word "we."
there's something respectively wholesome about sleeping alone.
and...
there's always something unsettling about never feeling adequate.
spoiled.
i wish to fix this so it never falls apart again.
the "norm" is nauseating. monotonous.
we're probably breaking the mold, and not even meaning to.
we're probably breaking a lot of things without meaning to.
i wish i could tell.
sometimes i stop myself from punching you in the back of the head.
i've tried before.
it gets messy...
and the secrets never spill out.