You know, I don’t have shower thoughts. I have it’s three am go to sleep thoughts. That last day of fifth grade on the playground thinking nothing will change hits hard. It’s been a while. I want to go back. Yeah that school is the cause for a lot of my mental problems (like distrust, fear of adults, fear, anxiety, ect) but it was mine. Small school. Nice school. My school. My friend and I would sit under this one tree and pick its berries. They were good berries for painting. I remember it vividly. Turns out they were poisonous to the koi. Never got in trouble for that but… hits hard. Wish I was back. For the purpose of this, let’s say I’m 15. H
My dog can make anything more light hearted. What was I made for?-Billie Eilish
