(no subject)
There are things you thought you knew about yourself but it turns out that you didn’t or if you did they weren’t what you thought they were, they were something else, something that wasn’t even you, and even so it doesn’t matter now when your stomach is coiled so tightly that you’re beginning to think you might have turned into a box-spring mattress, except that mattress can’t think, and if they could, it would be much less bullshit than all this, wouldn’t it?