I hear my voice exhaling
the words you are thinking
but can’t grasp concretely to admit.
I feel you bristling next to me
and then you turn and retreat
into the far corners of your scattered thought.
The way you always do
when I tell you something
that is difficult for me to say
I hate myself but I still think I’m better than everybody else
I hate people but I’d love to be in a relationship
I love food but I don’t want to get fat
I want money but dont want a job
look it’s my entire life in a post