I was masturbating in my room with the door closed and just as I was about to come, my dad walked in without knocking and gave me an exhausted look before leaving. I finished and walked out to see him making a sandwich in the kitchen, so I asked “what kind of sandwich are you having?” He said “a disappointment sandwich, why do you do this?” and went into the other room to read the newspaper
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.