I can’t ponder people anymore. It gives me nothing but headaches and disquiet to navigate this world as someone who notices. Those little hidden glances, the little snide comments of the anthill. I could extend my hand but I feel like you’d steal my fingernails if they were worth anything.
I wish this world was something I could dip my toes into occasionally. Not something I have to live in. This place, filled with such spite and perfume, perfume to cover up it’s seedy underbelly and rotten core. All the casual remarks about gender, sexuality,class and race coming from the lips of middle aged white women. If I keep trying to find some beauty in this world, I will be forever disappointed.