there are so many wedges in my time line
i hate that i'll just be another wedge in yours

they're happy to see me
and I just feel guilty

"You can hope it gets better
you can follow your dreams
But hope is for presidents
And dreams are for people
who are sleeping"

"I didn't want him to feel bad about this. I wanted him to see the obvious, that it's okay for him to let me go. He's been through so much, and he's finally through it. He needs to not have me around to worry about anymore. He needs me to free him to be brilliant" (Garth 5).

I want to laugh

i want to squeeze my brain like a pimple
until it pops
and my mental illness spurts out
like ****
onto my ceiling

Nothing is left untouched
It all leads me back to the same
Terrible terrible place