i used to be free. i used to be seventeen.

/ luna's mum ......

i’ve never seen the world ，﹠ i’ve never quite decided if i’m a boy or a girl.

waffles …

..... ( blinks . ) what year is it

ough . i slept like the dead ... ( yawning . hair a mess . wandering into the kitchen - )

( eyes still mostly shut, they make their way to the table and sit down . groaning . grumbling in Tired Teenager . )

( they eat in silence for a bit, nibbling on their breakfast . when she speaks, it's quietly : ) mama used to do this to my hair, sometimes ... in the mornings, after — … ( they fall silent . taking another bite of their toast . ) it's nice . thank you .

i wish we had more time.

it's your twenty-first birthday and you are coughing up blood, and you're keeled over the sink of a pub bathroom. the woman to your side tells you, you don't look so good. you should get that checked out, honey. you tell her, "i will, mom," and her hands are gone. she leaves too.

how i would love to be whole again.

whatever. i’m running away

i am my father's daughter ， in anger above all. i have his eyes. he has my impatience for myself.

someone take this child i don't know what im doing

rea is in a timeout burrito . she was being mean .