everyday I wake up with no urge to do anything aside from grunt and mumble and complain about my earthly existence. it’s not until I catch a glimpse of myself in my mirror, crumbs of what existed yesterday as makeup smeared across my face, where I’m reminded of what really matters and who i really am. i get hot and the urge never rests, the three words simply rise and rise and i cant stop my pink little lips from saying it.
‘wait, I’m goated.’