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my past is not a utopian blueprint, but i've been traveling in the wrong direction for a while now, and i wish i could trace my steps back to a place where i could start over. that being said, here are my results: 1) tangled mess 2) how i think when given space to breathe; philosophically 3) work
i should have killed myself when i had the chance dont worry, theres still time :)
i don't have an identity. that's cool when i can float around and be an ironist, a mask-wearer with no face. it's less cool when i'm coerced into one particular mode for another's purposes on another's time table. my lungs are stained black, and i'm tired of choking on smoke.