I want to write
But how I hate it
Soot is collecting in the upper chambers of my brain
I’m in boredom and unrequited love
And 3 pieces of a pizza of 6 pieces is 3/6? Or something like that.
Worrying about the quants exam that I will never write
When you fantasize don’t leave out the details
Of worries and little animals on the window sills
I’m going to rename myself as dustbunny
I’m dusty, natural, random and have ears.
I need new friends
Sans Nihilism, kitsch, cuteness, madness, love poetry
I want strawberry man soon.