today is just a day. the sun came up, and i'm still alive. that's good for something.

it felt to good to finally confess. i felt as though i was being watched through glass, but after i got used to it, i enjoyed the attention. you'd think in a room that small the walls would start to close in but they actually expanded, and i'll let you know it was a pleasant surprise. she didn't say anything, and i put her in a pile but she didn't even seem to mind.
something about this is fucking liberating.

there's a word for times like these, but i don't know it. there's a word for everything. but i don't even care. when you wake up one day and you're not alive anymore, you'll realize you shouldn't have spent so much time talking