Antoni & Alison

I want to be a dandelion

It hurts again. It feels like the curdling blue wringing in my insides, shriveling them, making them sharp and condensed and fighting against itself to collapse. It feels like I’m on aderall, I’m not on aderall. I can’t go back to what I love because the memories are too painful. You’ve ruined everything just by existing, it’s not your fault, I can’t have what I want. I want to be free and bewildered. I miss being well. I miss my hard shell.

He has the nerve to ask what I bring to the table, and then get mad when I put down some drugs that are fatal?

I drank so much tea, I wrote my letters in Kanji

If all you young men were rushes a-growing,

If all you young men were rushes a-growing,

How many young girls would take scythes and go mowing?

its all Sinister