I put myself in this corner. Now I just feel tight. I’m the cause of someone who’s hurting. I feel tight.

Can’t be comfortable in my own skin. Knowing what I’ve done. My skin feels alien. Looks stretched out. Like it can’t contain me anymore

Maybe that’s how we all are. Excess of ourselves. Too much. Maybe that’s why I feel tight. There’s a muchness of me.

I am lost. Humanity without its training wheels.

Hurtling towards impending doom.

We owe it to ourselves to be happy. We were born alone except twins and the like. So our primary duty is happiness to ourselves.

No matter if our choices don’t seem reasonable to the next person


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