I just feel like


Is the most important thing

In the whole fucking world.

Maybe it’s because I’m a

90’s baby whose mom has BPD?

Maybe it’s because I am supposed to be

Cracking jokes or writing them off stage somewhere


Maybe it’s because

We’re all just sitting here

Pacing around on a floating rock

With nothing to do

But wait, creatively.

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