Real "up at 2am missing my friends" hours. :') Henrietta, Firkle, if you're out there... Let me come over again sometime soon, yeah? 🔪 ⚰️

why did i ever think anything would be different. in the end it's always me, alone, crying in the dark. scared and angry at a world that wants me dead.

Sometimes I miss being dead.

Sitting on the floor of my room with the sun setting too soon. Organizing and sorting art supplies, hearing the sounds of my beloved's holiday baking downstairs in the kitchen. I want to bask, enjoy the simplicity of it all. Maybe when my task is done. ⚰️ 🔪

Freezing in the lobby of the theatre where I work is sending me back again. Snow drifting under the door of Tweek Bros, counting down the hours of zero customers (unless you count when 🐍 would pester me or when 👁️ would stop by). Hum of the world outside going by at a snails pace.

this time of year always tears at me. my most beloved winter, windows down, snowflakes battering my face until i can't take it anymore and leave them down just a crack. snow piled on the roadside, snow heaped on boughs of trees. snow and ice embedded in the letters carved on every headstone.

waking up with eyelashes crusted with dried tears wasn't really something I wanted to experience, yet here we are ⚰️

vent

this feeling of mourning grips my throat like an overzealous lover. time and time again, it doesn't let go. through the overlapping lives it holds me down. keeps me here. not alone but lonely in a way that can't be filled.
he's right there. not behind the veil but right in front of me.

Big fan of Kafka’s diaries.

A snowy day in downtown Denver ☃️

Let's see what this is about. I guess it's like Twitter, but without the fascism. Could be cool.
Anyway. If you're from South Park, hit me up. If you're not a poser.