Feeling like finding an empty spot of the Thames, filling my lungs with air, and then just screaming screaming screaming, until I pass out and need resuscitating.

Feeling like moving to the country and starting a trans commune where we grow all our own drugs

Feel like not paying central London rents when I can't even go outside

Am I allowed to hate Boomers for this? Some part of me says "Yes child, that's okay rn". I don't know if that's the better part of my being though...

Sure like maybe some part of me is bitter for living through two recessions already in my short life as an adult. Maybe some part of me says, "we could have risked it".

Am I becoming Tory? Fuck, I hope not.

I want to live with 50 of my closest friends and I want us all to fuck constantly. Is that so much to ask, goddammit??


@andi god this is a mood, i don't think it's asking too much

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