I set up the job I’m asked to. When it’s finished I do another. The day passes like this, my body continues, my brain is elsewhere. Summer comes and goes so quickly in this city it’s a waste to spend it toiling. All I’ve ever wanted was escape. How about you?
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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