i am teeth decay

"I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry"
ad nauseam till the word means nothing

my mind's ear is filled with the sound of my bones cracking and crunching and crumbling and i feel a semblance of happiness to know my destiny

my pillows are drenched in tears and snot and cum in attempt to drown out the warmth next to me which i don't deserve

i will just perpetually mulch myself over and over and over because that's the least worst way i can be a good girl for once

there is no good i have done or could do in this world
there is no comparison to negative infinity

biiiiig