all of us were raised to go to the meat market one day. everyone knows it. we love to compare our statistics, and dream of how much more delicious we will be than everyone we meet

sometimes before i exhibit a pattern i like to make sure it isn't potentially worrying

i'm so lucky to experience everything for the first time. everything i learn is just like everything i didn't

by the time i'm dead i'll have done so many things because other people told me to. i feel each of them crawling on me. it makes me want to burn myself alive

i have so much energy at the wrong time. i could run in circles forever. i could run in a line through anything. i could fall right over and get right back up, or keep falling through anything that tried to catch me

is it weird to remember everything you ever said