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