“no one can know about this relapse - you see, i’m supposed to be pulling myself up by my bootstraps - this is harder than i thought it would be. my brain is the city that never sleeps yet my eyes have lost their light - i pray i don’t have to answer for this in the afterlife because i can’t even handle being in the limelight.”
— smspoetry (honest thoughts about 24,236 people following my writing)
