write about your mother, write about your motherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

git crazy with me
say to your boss
and this is important
i have hated every single minute of this god forsaken period of employ
it was always that i was a little fuck up
i'm not romancing my brokeness
(it's not poverty and i do recognize the difference missy)
but i would so much rather fail
I LOVE FAILURE
ALL TYPES OF FAILURE
LET US CRASH OUR MARRIAGES INTO EACH OTHER
LET US FOOLISHLY EMBEZZLE FUNDS
LET US GO TO PRISON
LET US MOVE TO SECTION 8 HOUSING
LET US FOOLISHLY ENGAGE IN COITUS WITH THOSE UNSUITED TO US IN THE MOST BASIC OF WAYS
LET US NEVER SAVE A SINGLE PENNY
LET US DIE BECAUSE WE DID NOT SAVE MONEY FOR OUR RETIREMENT
LET US BECOME ADDICTED TO THINGS THAT WILL KILL US
LET US PUT OUR FURNITURE IN THE ALLEYWAY
LET US ABANDON OUR FRIENDS
LET US LET PEOPLE FORGET US
LET US ALLOW OUR RELATIONSHIPS WITH OUR RELATIVES TO FESTER AND DEFLATE
LET US PICK AT OUR SCABS
LET US BURN OUR SKIN WITH CHEMICALS AND RAZORS AND LET US NOT SEE THE DOCTOR ABOUT THE PERSISTENT STABBING PAIN IN OUR ABDOMENS
LET US SQUANDER OUR INTELLIGENCE
LET US NOT BECOME LAWYERS
LET US PASS OUT OF THE WORLD UNNOTICED THOUGH WE ARE SURE WE EXISTED BECAUSE IT IS NOT IMPORTANT THAT EVERY SECOND AND EVERY PERSON BE RECORDED AND NOTED
LET US BECOME LONELY
FOR WE ARE LONELY IN ALL BUT NAME

there is some fantasy somewhere that one can be marked to be real, looked at and looked at until you are almost invisible these are not divergent in anyway there is no difference between these two and i would like to be alone forever if that's alright with you because i can take the jealousy and the possessiveness and the madness and the boundaries that are unclear and the quietly building resentments and even the ecstasy but not not not the logistics