My springtrap jaw snaps me awake in the morning. I fear my teeth may break one of these days. No choice left, but to stuff my sockets with dollar bills and hope the problem goes away.
My teeth chase me in my dreams, laughing at my unconscious terror.
βYou should stop acting as if emotions are a spectrumβ said a lover after I picked apart a feeling I couldnβt understand. I began to argue but remembered that I donβt go to therapy so maybe I should just shut the **** up.