^*!a boy who wants to be called beautiful// dearly beloved again

during my first stay in a long term psych ward

i met someone named nami

when i asked them why they were in there, they responded with “i tried to find out too much truth at once” and left it at that.

i still think about it to this day, im not quite sure i understand what they meant, but also, i understand.

anyway, it’s all been very tragic but i am fine

my deepest and most sincere apologies to any and all whom i’ve wronged in even the slightest or most transient sense.

i am unable to overcome my sorrows in order to produce good works.

post script

my hands, always very cold. gliding vertically up her rib cage. when i think about it, that’s my favorite part of anyone’s body.