it isn’t like i am an amnesiac it’s just that i have shredded every memory so the burden of guilt is just another dumpster fire in the distance

it isn’t like i am a human being it’s more like i am a human who is being inert like one of the noble gases but without the pesky nobility

if i had a whiteboard with a five pack of dry erase markers i could tell you my entire life story in random shades of bemusement at misery

if i had an iota of common sense i would be just smart enough to know a good thing when i see it and sound alarms to steer it far away

it’s safer that way