i used to be angery at cars because i thought they made the wind
i was mad at the wind because it made sticking my head out the window uncomfortable
back in the day
when i would stare at walls and watch tv
pick my nose
and sleep in closets
lay on carpets
stare at people
no selfcosiousness
unaware
barely aware i was even myself

    i want to see things
i am not entertained
i am bored

i am bored
i am not entertained
i want to see things

* wat if we become bored because we want to see something not we want to see somthing becasue we are bored (i wrote this when i was high idk if this is stupid or not i'll ask my friend)

    cheessy broccoli rice is the solid equivilent to mount dew
edible maefestations of piss

    the joy of sun on your skin
after half a year in the dark
to touch another heart
if it ain't easy then its hard

    niggas ripping by so hard
theyr setting off car alarms

    sometimes all i can do is writhe

    if it weren't just me
if i wasn't the end and the beginning
if i didn't have to make everything happen

    nothing here satisfies me
i cannot be passified
i cannot be actuallized

* how it is to feed off the social media algorithms

    i dont feel good at all
coffee makes me crazy
i want water and i want tea

    im feeling good
im comming through
ive been dreaming
im comming to