Divorce

Believe it or not but this piece is autobiographical of the time I was in Florida during the pandemic time mostly, It is of every moment of love I had during that time and it is very HIGH CONCEPT.

I write a lot about love, and I started writing a lot about love because I started overthinking of how I want to propose to my significant other who showed me love when I had completely felt there was love nowhere else, I have decided to write these thoughts down to see if it helps put my mind to rest some more. 

You can physically tell from how I wrote this that around the end I become more and more unhinged and less practical about writing of what I think about love and things related to it, especially with the amount of swear words around the end. You can also tell by how my thoughts in the beginning are more limited to short sections, and later on my sections start to become longer and less confined, messier. 

I wrote this all in less than a day, in like 7 to 9 hours, riding the  wave of my manic depression episode. 

Trigger Warning: good grief where do I even begin, trust issues, abandonment trauma, manipulation, suicide, poverty, guns, domestic abuse, animal death, nihilism?, drug abuse

If you feel really bad about my suffering I guess here is my cashapp $illegalism