we should talk. i think you are failing yourself. [REDACTED] launched his debut today. the bookstore was at capacity.

i have to start thinking about myself in isolation. i've done damage to my brain, i'll admit it. my focus is fucked. my willpower is only for seeking immediate and increasingly blistering pleasure. the parasite doesn't like to read anymore. there is so little variation in my sentence construction. when i was ten my teacher told me that i start too many sentences with 'i'. i've struggled to kick the habit. i've overshot and sunk too far into character. i'm not clever anymore, i'm hardly creative. i live from a distance, curating the present and deciding for a narrative. nothing is enjoyable. yes, [REDACTED], i see what you're going for.

i need to finish these essays. i can't bring myself to write down what i did last night, why i stayed up until nine am. i cannot access honesty without distance. does your head ache that way because it is overstuffed, containing within too many lives? and do you feel noble, splitting yourself up and dressing it well? you are a waster. you used to speak loud with your silverfish lips, now you come to me only while sleeping.