waving hands to mediocre music in a car with heated seats. enjoyed the movie, appreciated the truths even felt a tug or two. feeling somewhat invisible once as always and dying to just get out, always being told that responsibilities weigh way more than any desire. scream i do, its what i do, i shower till i burn my skin, then clothe myself in unlisted gear in an attempt to just be me. head is spinning, body at a loss, my brain is fucking my soul. and here i sit, writhing and waiting for relief in whatever form.

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