“are you guilty of arson?”
“yes, of my own mind.”
i’m suffering. sinking into the furthest depths of misery. and yet it feels holy.
i know that you love me. it’s palpable.
i wish that when i saw you for the first time, i would’ve run as fast as i could.
-my best friend is copying my life but better
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i am not just a feminist, i am a supporter of people.
all my ghosts laugh at how i live my life now. and it doesn’t bother me even the slightest bit.
i swear it almost rained. i swear it almost washed out the whole world. i swear i almost gave up.
“i am a good person,” i start. the entire crowd erupts into laughter. because they know it is a joke. they know who i truly am.