if I popped a balloon for every time I felt
black sludge in place of where serotonin should be,
I'll have ruined my own birthday party.
...oh, where are the guests?
did I cancel on them or did they cancel on me?
oh well. I still have my cake.
my black, sludge cake.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
if I popped a balloon for every time I felt
black sludge in place of where serotonin should be,
I'll have ruined my own birthday party.
...oh, where are the guests?
did I cancel on them or did they cancel on me?
oh well. I still have my cake.
my black, sludge cake.
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