PhD in Thinking About It ™
I want my presence to bring feelings of safety
wage war against jaded disillusion
despite my personal growth I find myself to be so thirsty for validation still
scolded myself for my arrogance in the notes of my phone
I wish I could just cry like everyone else instead of digging my teeth in my hands and arms
the wind wails at every door and window
I’m so glad I’m not famous tbh
the truth buried itself