I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys
What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?
Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.
Itโs sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isnโt locked.
I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes. My friends have to keep reminding me how crazy my life has become, and then it hits me fresh and I just slap my forehead and think, "Wait, what... ?"