My mom asked me why I don't have friends anymore.
I told her it's because they left.
She told me it's because I pushed them away.

I don't know which answer is more pathetic.

But who needs friends
when you have stardust  p u m p i n g  through your veins,
making everything light and soft and so very  s l o w?
Hey, I might be broke and lonely,
but these wings can take me anywhere.
I'm unstoppable. I'm flying.

But no, I'm f
                     a
                      l
                      l
                     i
                   n
                 g.
I'm going  d o w n
                             d o w n
                                         d
                                           o
                                            w
                                              n.

Oh, god, please don't let me hit the ground.