Alone somewhere far away and the only person being nice is A shift manager at a gas station.
And nothing works, my bank card, vehicle.. and everything is fucking terrifying and I keep getting calls on my phone but I can’t understand what the people are saying, and I beg for cat food, just to take care of them, and the entire world is moving and walking on me and nobody even stops for one second.
And I’m back on Union Street, and everything I knew was gone.
And everything is sad.
And I jolt out of sleep wishing to be dead.
I feel like I don’t belong in this world, and I have for a long time.
But that world rejects me like the body ejects a splinter .
It forces me out by inflaming and squeezing the flesh around me.
And everything is terror.
And I wake in incredible fear.. was trying to spend a night in Kurt Cobain’s house.
And I wasn’t able to take care of my cat.
And I had no friends and no one gave a fuck about me..
And it was very real…
dusk 