SHUT UP MILQUETOAST!
I have an incredible headache.
It’s still May (Mei). It’s been May forever. We’re losing our thoughts, losing our minds, and falling to pieces over moving, jobs, a potential letter.
New life in spring (this year in the form of a new baby). New life lost (family can be so heart breaking). New life, so joyus yet so easily lost. Hopes for new life (to be with child). So beautiful, so complete, so together. Potential letter from ‘MATER’ (or mommy for us laymans). CHANGE. CHANGE IS HAPPENING. CHANGE. Change, changed, changing.
My love, loneliness feels close to godliness. The cold feels that much chillier without you. I love you more than you know, think, or feel. I love you ill. It makes me sick. You make me mad (i mean batshit crazy.)
Are all of you assholes ready for some ill fated fakeouts?
