As I step off the dance floor, glistening in my own sweat and tears while you take care of the mess I left you on the floor, I will read you a love letter to… me.
Lonely; lasting odes, & nothing ever lasting, yolo.
It all begins when one joins the apps. We all think 'I'm grown, let's get out. Let's break the fucking rules.' So we broke em. That older man on my top right corner of my screen looks really nice. 'Text them they say. Degrade yourself, and call it "Taking back your power". In a way, it is. Just like in a way it isn't. Go meet him and become his sex slave. It'll be uncomfortable but by the end of the night, you'll have 50 bucks in your pocket and will be on the best ecstasy high of your life. So I did it. I took the pill and became one with the universe. At that moment, I never let my experiences define me for too long ever again. Turn your trauma into art and make people who have never known listen to your voice, or hear your story, yet break yourself down and write this masterpiece damnit it's gonna be amazing. Let energies take you from the master you've been hidden away from. Go wild and make a statement that will live long enough to make our grandkids grandkids curse us to hell, only it won't matter because we'll already be dead and our moment will have already been cemented.
It's all an algorithm. It's become a trend. Let's see who's the most lonely and who can profit the most off of glamorizing mental illness and assault of any kind. So we did it. Now that trial is over and now we're left broken and with our riches. Riches to pick us up but only bring more problems. Problems that not only I have caused. Problems that you are afraid to admit you amounted too. But you see I'm always a step ahead of you. We Danced In the dark for far too long. Take care now and I'll see you when the Straight Man's Fantasy comes to life.