On the way home I listed facts about myself like: I’m boring, I have a colony of acne on my hairline, I haven’t shaved anywhere in six days, I have this one weird hair that grows out of a mole on my face, I need to work harder, in general, on being a human.

I considered driving into a tree, but with my luck I’d end up retarded and not dead.

I came home and only finished 3/4 of a song I promised myself I would complete and then spent 35 minutes alternating between braiding my hair and crying.

I wish I was lying.

I really wish I was.