So… things are a mess right now. Everything’s kind of falling apart, for everyone, so uh… lemme add to that by writing something sad and depressing! Here’s History. Stay safe everyone.

This is history, we are history, they say. How many delusions must you hold within your head to say that with pride? We have set this world on fire, we are dying from its pestilence, and watch. Watch the earth thrive in our destruction. This is bad. I am 16 and scared of existing, I know a boy who is never more than two words away from a knife and a heavy release. We are trapped, not together but in different boxes, separate corners of this pain. The world is too big and I feel like I am drowning in the enormity of its heartache, but god, oh god, I know what needs to be done. One heart for a dozen, right? Two billion for humanity? There is insanity here, I feel it. Something too deep to heal, too heavy to hold. We are making history here, don’t you know? Throw a head back with a fist and a glass of water. Hold some hair back as we make an absolute mess of things. This is empty, here, blank pages on textbooks and underexposed Polaroids. Clear it all out, right? Make history. Write it down. Pity I won’t be here to see it happen.