11-23-21
December 4, 2021•580 words
not in a good place today 
woke up just to fuck some shit up 
the inside of my mouth is sore 
taste stimming as much as i could today 
sour patch with the pink lemonade 
clove cigs
rainbow sherbet 
mochi
parmesan and sharp cheddar cheezits
monster 
the contradictions that I'm living in are untenable 
i am a piece of shit who does nothing
Billy is literally working for Scott because he has to 
He didn't get paid today because Scott fucked up and this was about to cause some shit 
Billy and his family live paycheck to paycheck 
he was literally screwed for a week if he didn't get money today 
i said something and we gave him $200
he says he is going to pay it back
and it was accepted 
but this motherfucker just bought another big ass tv instead of trying to fix the one we have 
1000+ dollars that didn't need to be spent meanwhile Billy is screwed for the week without getting money 
from doing labor 
technically for our contractor who was paid in the hundred thousands 
to remodel the house 
in the middle of a pandemic 
in the middle of an economic and mental depression 
people lost their homes their lives and their livelihoods 
people were forced into dangerous working conditions 
he worked from home or not at all (clarify: no judgement)
and made several hundred thousand 
during a pandemic 
added several hundred thousand in value to a house he owns 
through the welfare of Amazon 
during a pandemic 
and Billy is over here painting and doing all kinds of shit for us 
and would be screwed if he didn't get paid 200 for the week
and i just sit there 
doing my own computer nonsense 
playing an instrument 
or just dissociating to intervention or something else on repeat
while 20ft away from me, someone is doing physical labor on the house i live in 
away from his family 
at 200 a week
living paycheck to paycheck 
I'm taking dabs and eating air fried popcorn chicken
or doing some meaningless math exercise 
pounding on the piano 
for 300 a week
where i only pay 1/4 of my money to rent 
and just hemorrhage the rest because food and shelter and relative safety come included in my rent 
And this motherfucker is just talking openly about wanton wasting of resources 
because he wanted something 
that he could have already had 
if we just fixed it
i hid under my blanket and rocked and just tried to get the bad thoughts to go away
"smoke em if you got em"
cloves
set me right back in the hospital 
the things i smoked because i wanted to go outside 
i don't even have a nicotine habit like the other people in my family
but having those 
the taste 
the smell 
and i was right back there
walking back and forth 
smoking on some cloves 
not really understanding the context of which i was marinating in
would i have been safe if i weren't in there?
well we will never know will we 
it sounds so fake 
"grippy sock vacation"
but had i lived in a different zipcode
it could've been jail 
i don't like these contradictions 
they really break my brain 
and cause me to judge my own existence 
i want to cry
i want pain
well i did it 
more scratches than anything 
suction bruises 
superficial lesions 
i'll just tell them i ran into a door