Im This Little Kitty

I used to overthink things a lot, then I stopped thinking at all.

"A world on fire" by Bo Burnham is my mood all day, all the time.

I can't even

Stranger: You look fine, what do you do for living?

Me: I breath, wbu?

*stranger starts having to existential crisis in a night club*

Wrote this long time ago, nothing has changed yet.

"Won't it be easier for you if I just left, my existence causes you such a heartache Romeo, just let me go" said Juliet.

This isn't 16th century, this is not Verona. This is not the same story. But it ends the same for Romeo, by losing Juliet, by dying.

Romeo looked in her eyes for next two minutes, his eyes were full of water, not tears because he wasn't sure if he wanted to cry at this moment, he took a deep breath and said,

"I wish it were that simple my love, I wish you leaving solved it all. If you leave, you will go with a part of me that I would never be able to replace and I will die from inside. And if you stay, that part is going to ache so much, that I'll die anyway. But I'll die a happy man if you stay. I will lose you, I will die, and that's how our story ends and will end everytime my dear."

At this moment, both of their eyes were filled with water, holding hands, staring at each other they came close, Juliet hugged Romeo, and said, " But I won't be able to see you in such pain my love" and she left.

The price I pay for the choices that I make.

Ain't no fair exchange.

I wish I had a heart to give to someone like you.

I want to fuck "but" in the fucking butt.