Have at least more than one friend with you when you go out because otherwise you can’t have a conversation if your friend isn’t interested in psychology or your theory on the universe and it’s really awkward.
A trivial and tangled bedroom floor. Wait until the sun finally sets before you put your fingers to your temple in the shape of what resembles the punch line to your way out. Get me out - I just want to disappear. Let me go - before I burn is both to the ground. Yesterday forgets you before you have a chance to do the same. I see how much time you spend breaking your own heart over this. Right on cue, every ghost you know comes right back to haunt you. I am the question. You are the answer. Who knew that those things just don’t fit together? So I shake in salt lakes because I can’t explain - and you wouldn’t understand anyway.
Do you recall the summer when everything you did was sponsored by your cigarettes and thoughts in your head? When all you talked about were ways to motivate yourself to leave the house, at least until you gave yourself a reason to live.
Yesterday forgets you before you have a chance to do the same.