Trust In Chance

I had a chance. Really I did. Didn't I? I don't know, I can't remember. I can't trust my memory any more.

I'm so glad I met Gretchen.
Why am I sad? Well, she's the fucking psychologist, maybe she can tell me, because I sure as fuck don't want to know.

I want these things to come together so bad.
I want to matter, to have a dream.
I want to sleep again.
I want to love, to trust.
I want to not hurt anymore.

I want justice for the world, but Santa's sleigh is kind of weighed down already with all those iPhone 9s and PS7s. No room for feminism in there, much less egalitarianism.

At least I got to touch boobs once. That was cool, I guess.

That Which Needs To Be Said

I am lonely.