i wish i was more than i am today.
i wish i had some dreams
like i did years ago.
this fucking apathy is making me want to choke
on my own spit
or maybe on blood.
i can’t cry. i can’t feel.
i can’t draw a full breath. can i just breathe?
i feel like throwing up.
i’m nineteen soon, yet feel like i’m nine. or ninety. or whatever age you want me to be.
do i want to be? i think no one needs my permission anyway.
my permission for anything.











