Back to apologising for my presence
A step back
Probably to be expected
A fall back
If I’m not singing it back
What am I doing?
Singing it out?
As ordered?
There’s so little to gain
And I am again ashamed
To have needs
To present them
Now I’m having a sugar crash
Alcohol will save me
I bought a TV
My last TV broke and then I got a really crappy second hand sound sucks…
Old ass fucking TV
I haven’t had a new TV in over 10 years
Kind of excited
Kind of ashamed for buying something
Wanting the things to be able to enjoy stuff
It wasn’t an expensive TV
It was the cheapest 1080p one I could find
If I remember correctly it’s cheaper than my last one
And yet I want to apologise for just existing
It’s so weird it’s like there’s a me that feels so ashamed for even existing and then a me that unapologetically does what is best for me
Thinking back to the me that wanted a TV but couldn’t have a nice one
Not even a decent one
This is like a reward for them
But of course, it’s finite
This age of rewarding my poor, stressed, trying too hard, mind
Is temporary
But shouldn’t I enjoy it while I can?
This consolation prize?
Sorry you can’t find love
Here’s some money
Queer fucking Universe
Worse than me
This place
What do I do to redeem myself?
What do I do to take my life into my own hands for once?
I wish I wasn’t ashamed of my own existence
Why does it never feel okay,
Even after they say it is?
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