BlackWingedKat

time to do a file every ten minutes minus the time it took to smoke away my feelings this rat trap has all the trappings of a hellhole but it looked so appealing when I first smelled that cheese and look, I know full well that millions of people would kill for this they suffer, I'm fine, I'm filled with a rage like not like arson or a punch to the throat, no, not my usual but a gnashing of teeth tears, and fingers twisted taunt into stredded fabric how many years since I've been unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can't self-calm I can't self-calm. I want to stare through a drink to the bottom, even knowing I can't drink it away any more than I can smoke it I've tried crying but my tears are on mute notifications blocked for spam, overuse-- I can't self-calm