I don’t have to commit suicide. Â I will shrivel up and die of loneliness. Â Every time I learn to deal with being alone, someone dangles a carrot in front of me, and as soon as I begin to trust they care, Â they snatch it away, and it’s worse than it was before. Â if only I could feel a man’s arms around me, nothing more necessarily. Â But the carrot has been ripped from my soul again. Â Even emptiness would be preferable to this pain. Â Will I ever learn that trust is toxic?
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I went to open mic like I always do. waited, waited waited. and finally i went up to read my poetry. and hey guess what, I collapsed on the floor. Turns out (these are the doctor’s words) “You need to eat food, without food you’ll die. here have a carrot.” like dude wtf i’m not eating a carrot, I don’t like carrots. bye. sigh being in the hospital is quite fun. I’m just glad I have my phone so I can get on this site. otherwise I would try jumping out the convieniently placed window by the bed. And of course the nurse got all […]