sometimes i wonder if i even exist people dont seem to see me im like a moth wing a vapor a feeling alone

one of my favorite places is the girls bathroom the only private place i have in public the tile the mirrors and plastic stall doors

"wont live for anything but might die for nothing"

burning trees look like sacrilege to me

some days im just giving up

people are always just people
always fucking up
blaming themselves or everyone else
i cant fucking stand it
but i cant stand myself either

self destruction is self defense