beat myself up til i break something and try to replace what i’ve broken with pieces of someone else. torpedo what works til it sinks and try to salvage a heart from the wreckage of what once was.
beat myself up til something bleeds patch up the wounds with masking tape and hope that the dams don’t burst free. crash the party you threw til someone calls the cops and it’s all broken up and i’m swinging from the chandelier
yelling ‘someone make sense of this!’
i lived in canada for a vicious few months i think this coalesces as a distillation