𝕸𝖞 𝖏𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠 𝘈𝘉𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘔𝘠𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘍. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦...)

Jan 17. Cannibalism does not sound that bad if it means my body will rot inside your hunger.

Jan 15. Wishing that my bones wouldn't ache with pain every time I think about scorching summer and the smell of cotton candy and plastic horses and the feeling of my limbs falling apart.

Dic 31. And its been less than an hour, and its been less than a few words but please oh please, take care of it.

Dic 7. Why would you adopt a centipede if you know they are poison. Why would you show your insides to someone who is rotten. Why did you take care of me if your hands are knives.

Nov 16. Thinking so hard my brain explodes in tiny unbereable needles and my insides throbs and my eyes boil from overload. My body-like machine is tired and hurts and dances in spirals looking for a place to rest, for something that stops it, a wall, yearning for that unstoppable crash and painful disillusion of eating bricks finally to stop the explosions and the needles and the scorching throbs.

Nov 12. It is often said that, although car crashes are horrible, it is hard to look away. I believe that is just not true, just don't look.

Nov 9. Bat wings slapping the air, bat wings covering my eyes, bat wings between my teeth.