imagine what it feels like to have friends. wow.
do you ever have those friends you just REALLY FUCKING appreciate. like god DAMN i really fucking apprecIATE YOU. thank you for fucking existing. thanks for fucking finding me worthy of you. i usually words like frick but you just make me go FUCK. FUck fuck thank you
In high school,
they don’t teach you
the important things.
You walk across the stage
and are handed a piece of paper
proving that you can survive
four years in hell;
someone makes a speech
telling you how great
the world is,
regurgitating well-rehearsed lies
that not even
But nobody warns you
of the lonely nights ahead
in your new apartment
that is too big for you
and does not feel like home,
or of the way your ribs will crack
and your body will shake
each time someone walks out through your door
for the last time.
No one tells you
how quickly bills will pile up,
or how it is now up to you
to pull yourself out of bed
and pretend you are alive.
I can recite the Cell Theory in my sleep.
I dream of math equations that I will never need.
I can recite Walt Whitman like his words were once mine,
but I must’ve skipped over the chapter in my textbook
that tells me how to be alive.