My Brain Don't Stop For Nothing.

Some nights, I have dreams that I'm being yelled at. In my face & I can't get a word in. Telling me all awful untrue things about myself. & I wake up angry. I have dreams that come true. I wake up and I'm still dreaming. Pictures unfold infront of my eyes in my dark room. & I scream & scream & scream. I wake the mother fucking world up with my screams. Fucking world.

Sometimes people make me lonely. But not for other people.

Dirt, Dirty, Dirty Birdy.

This feeling of dirt doesn’t define me. It’s not the whole of who I am. It’s just the thing I’m dealing with right now. Even though I hate feeling like dirt, I’m allowed to hate it as much as I want. This feeling of dirt doesn’t define me. It’s not the whole of who I am. It’s just the thing I’m dealing with right now. Even though I hate feeling like dirt, I’m allowed to hate it as much as I want. This feeling of dirt doesn’t define me. It’s not the whole of who I am. It’s just the thing I’m dealing with right now. Even though I hate feeling like dirt, I’m allowed to hate it as much as I want. This feeling of dirt doesn’t define me. It’s not the whole of who I am. It’s just the thing I’m dealing with right now. Even though I hate feeling like dirt, I’m allowed to hate it as much as I want. This feeling of dirt doesn’t define me. It’s not the whole of who I am. It’s just the thing I’m dealing with right now. Even though I hate feeling like dirt, I’m allowed to hate it as much as I want. This feeling of dirt doesn’t define me. It’s not the whole of who I am. It’s just the thing I’m dealing with right now. Even though I hate feeling like dirt, I’m allowed to hate it as much as I want. This feeling of dirt doesn’t define me. It’s not the whole of who I am. It’s just the thing I’m dealing with right now. Even though I hate feeling like dirt, I’m allowed to hate it as much as I want. This feeling of dirt doesn’t define me. It’s not the whole of who I am. It’s just the thing I’m dealing with right now. Even though I hate feeling like dirt, I’m allowed to hate it as much as I want.

Giving myself advice.

Hey there honey bee, you are a lover of words you should write a book. Don't lay around on your days off in a dark room listening to The Smiths on a loop. Listen to some Motown on vinyl & move your feet. It's all about feeling good. Understood? Start building yourself an Eartship. You know you want to. You know it's all you've dreamt about for the past week. Don't let people make you feel like less of a person. Just try your best. It's the advice loving parents give to children. & it makes sense. Just do what makes sense.