i like my mind more than i like the world, but i keep letting the world dictate how i feel about my mind. i like my mind. i like it in here. if i could, i'd hole away until my body is dead. i am a fearful spec of a creature. i apologize to my mind for not letting it have the life that it has always wanted and deserved. i apologize to my mind for all the holes and gaps i'd given it.
i'm a cold salsa
i'm a hot salsa
i am all salsa and i am stuck in the fridge
(let's play a game
am i drunk
high
or dramatic?
each entry is different.
all of the above and none of the above are valid guesses)
