Keep your fucking mouth shut. I have no nice. It’s hard to stop talking entirely. I really wish that I could order up a different brain on demand and end up with a life I feel like I belong in.

I wish I wasn’t small and petty. I wish I had a generous feeling left in me but I don’t have one. I feel so empty and unable to react in whatever way would be the “right” way. I feel listless and disconnected. I don’t like this moment.