Sometimes it’s hard to self-reflect when you realize that your problems are a single-cell in this body of people and emotions.
I feel guilty for existing. I feel nothing but guilt.
I want to dissect this guilt. I want to analyze my guilt. I spend so much time consumed in my guilt that I have absolutely no idea what to do with all this analyzation.
I am unbelievably lucky to be where I am, I think. Than I criticize that. And that. And it’s a never ending circle and cycle and I keep spiraling. Around, around, around, around.
One day I’ll become brainwashed. My childhood completely lost from me, forgetting my observations of innocence. In a sense.
I’ll become consumed with my own cells and become a cancerous infection on this earth.
The more cells I touch the more cancer I spread.
I’ll stay in the confines of my guilt.
Reasons to be a mermaid;
- No pants.
- No periods.
- Perfect hair.
- You can lure men to their death.
- Free clam bra.