Why does everyone I meet feel the need to psychoanalyze me?

Morning.

Migraine.

[CLICK.] [The rapid turning of pages. Harvey’s voice:] Fuck. FUCK! [The sound of a book being thrown to the ground.] [CLICK.]

Man.

the static that i hear is what's beneath my skin an aching that responds to how i feel

Sigh.

SIGH.

Here's the part where I beg you to move. Here's the part where I singe both palms into your chest, where I turn you to ash trying to get to your soul.

This is painful to watch.

i said 'make me love myself, so that i might love you' don’t make me a liar, 'cause i swear to god when i said it, i thought it was true

Sometimes, when I think about how shitty of a person I am, I take a step back and think, “At least I’m not a transmed.” That makes me feel better about myself.

if i was a softer person i could give you the kindness you are deserving but i'm not

FINALLY.

Shit, it’s Friday already?

[Harvey sits at a table outside of his café of choice. He has a book and an iced coffee that has barely been touched, and his leg is bouncing underneath the table as he waits for Saturday.] (The Carafax Carnival)

start to wonder what's wrong with me because everyone else has found their feet

My last tweet was me sadposting? That’s embarrassing.