the worst

“I don’t care how fuck­ing punk rock you think are at some point you’ll end up like me, old and lis­ten­ing to smooth jazz.”
—my fa­ther mock­ing the youths
 

I have been in the ac­tu­al worst head­space late­ly,

just bru­tal­ly crit­i­cal self talk, iso­lat­ing de­pres­sion,
chest crush­ing anx­i­ety, the whole scene,

but my friends have been so im­pos­si­bly won­der­ful in their stead­fast, un­wa­ver­ing sup­port and love.

From throw­ing me sur­prise par­ties I don’t at­tend to let­ting me just rail over the phone for an hour to life giv­ing din­ners with far too much guac,

it is un­re­al how beau­ti­ful and strong the peo­ple in my life are.

I love you guys, thanks for al­ways com­ing through and giv­ing so un­con­di­tion­al­ly and with­out ex­pec­ta­tion.

You’re per­fect. ❤
 
 

—na­tal­ie michelle

Flom­mist Na­tal­ie Michelle does­n’t have a bio. She just rants. Copy­right © 2019 Na­tal­ie Michelle.

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