the place? the people? the language?
the schedule? the writing? the mind?
less than a week and the answer comes clear: i dont belong here or i belong to death
im forgetting much
what i did and all the details
all i know is the contrast impossible to overlook
was so damn much happier i giggled for no reason, just by myself
laughed too hard til my abdomen hurt when im with others
maybe the freedom
an imagined state of mind?
wish i could be deceived
why do interesting things just disappear on me just after the transition
i dont even have any sources of stimulation now
dying from inside
im losing the edginess and the banter
