sleep

is not something i am doing right now. but i wish i was. nocturnalism hits. knife in my side. chocolate chip freezer waffles. soap store phone call. 30 minutes goes by and then another 30 minutes. meaningless texts. every day i get replaced by somebody else to somebody else a little bit more. i don’t wanna pay $45. what if i’m just doomed to be like this. step by step. that’s the advice. legs feel terrible. how could anyone ever be in a coma. we’re all just copies of each other. i am running out of things to say.