My friend bought me clove cigarettes bc I’ve never tried them. Now they’re all I’ve got besides $10 I hope won’t be taken from me for some bullshit subscription and bounce my rent check that hasn’t gone through yet. Oof, that’s a run on sentence. I want someone to work the knots out of my back and kiss me. When my brain registers sunlight, and the possibility of waking up, it also whispers to me “you’ve been dead a while, you can’t just go back.” I really think I’m dead in those moments. I’ve never had those unconscious thoughts before.