i need a quintuple martini

hey you know what they say: sometimes you get the goofs and sometimes the goofs get you

sometimes you want to scream for the release, the physical and emotional release. the physical feeling of that noise rubbing all over your chest and throat.

sometimes you want to scream so somebody will hear you.

sometimes you wanna scream so everybody will hear you. that’s impossible.

if you’re bleeding all over the sleeves of your new denim jacket, is that more of a “day off work” scenario or a “soldier on” scenario?

i’m filled with more self-hate than i can remember feeling for a very long time. i’m dealing with it by ignoring my notifications and archiving my chats.

if you try to contact me and i don’t respond it’s just because i don’t exist