10/21/26
We've reached depths of autism that even I didn't think were possible (WE'RE, not were, apple intelligence sucks, I need to turn it off)
I think I've listened to this song maybe 40 times since I heard it on my drive home on Sunday. I can't stop. It's like an auditory stim, even though it hits me with a profound wave of sadness every time.
It also makes me want to push even harder, because I'm terrified of running out of time, and I have to make all of this happen before it's over. And I may not do drugs, but there's plenty of drug-free ways to calm yourself down, that still aren't really healthy.
And they said it's fool's gold, it's got a hold
I'm dying here
Lovers talk, late at night, doing drugs to ease my mind
I'm not all right
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