i know i can see past my own history as it's something i consistently work through, but for a moment, as you took my history for jokes, i didn't know you
it was quick, short, unserious, but i felt my soul shatter to a billion pieces leaving me terrified, lonely, delirious.
i know i can see past through it, i have always done so, but oh my ******* god it hurts so much it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so
i try to resort to therapeutic painting by numbers but i just end up having more panic attacks