i feel like im rotting from the inside. like all of the little aches are warning signs i will never take seriously yknow and then one day i will go to the doctor because the pain is unbearable and they will find that my body has rotted to the point its unsalvageable. and i will understand that this is why everyone avoided me. like, i will finally say yes this is it this is why everyone didnt like me as a kid. the same way you grab an orange and you can feel it rotting before you even taste it. the same way that the skin looks the same and the flesh would look the same but something inside you tells you it's wrong yknow. and you will sink your teeth into it only to find that its sour. and then its a betrayal. its a whole other thing, yknow, the fact the orange rotted. because not only did that orange dare be sour, but also it dared co exist with other sweet wonderful things. poison them. and then they have to throw away the whole batch because what if it rotted too. what if it spread the mold or rot or whatever it had. idk. i dont even like oranges.