Woke up on the wrong side of life this morning.
The memories of everything I’ve ever done wrong since the beginning of my own moral recognition come flooding in all at once like high tide & the cold water wakes me from a dream. I suddenly realize I’ve forgotten how to swim, but the waves pay no mind & pull at my useless body. Reality burns just as bad as saltwater. First it’s in my eyes, then it’s in my mouth, trickling down into my lungs, filling me to capacity. Dry sand becomes damp sand becomes no sand at all. Painful memories anchor me & the sea is getting rougher & there is no more shore. Waves whip from every direction, lashing at my fresh wounds & the ocean is merciless & I cannot breathe I am drowning please help.
How did I forget how to swim?
How do I remember?
Photography gives us a slice of life that otherwise would’ve gone unnoticed, impossible to witness again, forever unrecognized. A photograph is the closest thing to time travel we have at this moment, really. Dude that sounds so deep & I’m not even high lmao.
I wish I was a cat so all I cared about was Friskies & getting petted. That’s all I have to say.
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My mom told me I need to do some more after-school activities. Does anyone wanna start a gang?
I hate myself and I hate myself for hating myself and I especially hate myself for talking about how much I hate myself.
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