which way is the appropriate way to eat a popsicle in front of your parents
Step One: come in slow and tease
Let the popsicle know how much you love ‘em and you’re parents will approve of this technique too, so take it slow and let your lips brush it to get the feel
Step Two: Go FAST SO FASt
Don’t be afraid to show the popsicle you know how to have a good time and you’re parents well, the do seem like watchers if they were observing in the first place
My “friends” are dead, parents distant and I was born without a talent to share. I’m scarred beyond fixing, ashamed and everything I touch becomes fucked up. I’m fucking everything up. A fuck up.
What am I living for? We go to a school when we are single digits until 21, graduate from concrete facades where we learnt grades were more important than learning. We get hopefully impressive looking degrees from a hopeful school. We expect to find love, a mutual understanding, a strangers child to purchase and help the ‘economy’
Like livestock just producing more meat to be slaughtered. I’ve been crying nearly every night. Can I even survive? This isn’t living. I’m not digesting anything just so maybe, in some fucked up way someone will love my bones, love that I am so much closer to death than they are and they assume a few showers of kisses and meaningful sex will ‘cure me.’
My motivation has run dry and I’ve become a screaming corpse in the night, a overly bright light in the day to mask the smell of the rotting heart abandoned inside me. Tell me-
What am I living for?
to be happy.