2025 | barf |

My fingers curl on the keyboard, waiting for the asdf, and I want to rage, inflict pain the way it has been inflicted on me. There are certainly words for it, words that would stick like napalm. But I say nothing. And everything everything everything is piling up. Every slight is an affront, and every brush against my sleeve is a kick in the nuts, and every time the bottom feels near, it is not. Having crazy thoughts about religion. And, really, I am just a big pussy, and should be a hero, but I am not — unless I stop moaning and start finding compassion for other people.