i got home in hopes of hearing
your voice,
until i heard some lady in
your voicemail saying that you’re not available
stating your number real slow.

i got home and took a long *** nap
no one came till an hour ago
and i was ok, not in the greatest shape but yknow
i was relatively calm.

within a 2 min conversation w my father and mother
i feel like peeling my skin off my skull
and sautéing it on a pan.

i really just don’t have the brain energy to
make sense
but

whTs new amirite