Spectate
Always fear the one that says nothing.
No prayer is good enough
to save me from torsion.
I still try. The spirits aren’t listening anymore.
Hello, pseudo-mornings.
Hello, pseudo-days.
Hello, psuedo-breakfast.
Hello, pseudo-friends.
Hello, pseudo-sex.
Hello, pseudo-life.
It felt kinda weird waking up in a different room, at such an early time. I woke up before my alarm clock, but I bet I’ll end up falling asleep later in the afternoon anyway.
I felt an urge to express my individuality when I was here on my own, after a dinner with my parents the other night. It was my first time ever putting up a poster.
A pitiful flag for individualism, but it’s sufficient for my own purposes.