WOTEVAH!

Zarquon's zinc coated zebras zumba.
(Alliteration)

i think i might be going crazy because i'm unable to sleep. lol lol lol. am i talking to myself? wotevah. lets break grammar. i sleep for hours and wake up tired. my whole body hurts. Po-ta-to. i love you too, carrot.

unaccomplished. unappreciated.
phew. long words. who's got time to read that? all the ice cream is gone. haven't eaten ice cream since months. wow.

sarcasm comes with a price. buy it in rs. 2.

i might be going crazy because i might be getting struck with grief once more.

lets talk about people.
the "when i was your age" kinda people.

yes, man, i know you were a titanium totem pole, when your skin came off, you'd wash your naked bones with (demineralized) water. i understand, totem pole, but okay. kindly shut up, monsieur.

"you're too young to have bodyaches.
you're too young to have headaches.
oh you're too young for nightmares.
you're too young for "actual" grief.
you're too young to-"
well, i'll tell you what, totem pole, i'm old enough to chew through your titanium-watery bones, and tell you YOU'RE TOO ANCIENT to prove me a cannibal. bye.
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people talk all sorts of things about grief being universal. i'll say the rightest thing you'll ever hear:
grief might be universal, but the people we lose aren't, so how bout you shut up or show support, ham sandwich, because i'm sad and angry and happy and sleepless. i'm close to grieving.
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nowadays, you just can't cry Anywhere. you need a nice place where dingdongs don't gape at you like you're self irrigating your face (tears, bruh).
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this is the second time i'm writing honestly. i think this'll trend too lol.
i'm sarcastic. yes, it's helpful. better than zoning out in front of a tv, and softer species of totem poles asking you whether you want sleep.
of course i do. OHFCOURSEIDO!

wanna know what else i want?

i wanna unsubscribe from my nightmares. i swear, if i could put em on a projector in front of people, i would. laugh. they'll cry. #thenewnormal?lol

i wanna get a body and head massage.

i wanna be Brit, so instead of being sad, i'd be like, "Right."

i wanna sleep for once. make me a cow, i won't mind.

i want seven hours a day to play with my dolls.

i want to write a novel where i can carelessly proclaim, "yes, Fedora, the world IS a wish granting factory, and i'm the founder." and people of the world saying, "Yass, the world IS a wish granting factory! Yass, queen!"

i wanna jump on a trampoline with stranger's kids, laugh with them, love them all for that space and time. after that, we'd be just brats.

love. THAT is universal. i love you, po-ta-to. love you, carrot. love you, peppa. love you, Phineas, Ferb, Perry, Candace, Archie, Betty, Ron, i love you, fam, i love you. i love you Ramona. i love you.
i love you universe.
(Universe says, "Luv u 2 bish")

i hate you totem pole.
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this is half of what i wanted to say. if grief strikes, it'll be easier. now i'll be able to rise like that, um, that, (whatwasthenameofthemovie?)

titanic?
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oh whotevah. i'll probably shake it off like everything else.
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