I'm getting real fuckin' tired of these recurring dreams. five nights in a row now. my subconscious is trying to tell me that I know you're keeping something from me. I don't want to care this much, fuck.

I just can't bring myself to trust you. I think that's love.

fuck i'm so bored

but it'll probably just ask me why I wasn't born a cockroach

If I meet god I'm gonna ask it why I wasn't born a grizzly bear

or maybe alchemy. I would turn rocks into people or vice versa with the power of my mind.

my mutant power would be magnetism probably

you fucking changed, not me.

at the end of the day I just want to be home

i know how i'm going to die.