there is a ball of frustration that keeps growing like a new solar system in my guts

as each new piece falls off to rot upon the floor

i am left seething with this inability to accomplish the most basic of things correctly

work is a dead end

the words scream for attention that i cannot give

emotions have become a crutch

i plan on laying nude in the arctic in hopes of freezing this insufferable hell that is becoming less a condition and more a state of being

if you need me

which you don’t

send a polar bear

i will be the frozen fool with a raw steak around my neck

praying for it all to just fucking end