too gay, too furious
Today I fought with my mom and drank too much Diet Coke. I put on a bra, took it off, and put it back on again. I couldn’t make myself happy, so I took a nap. My waking life feels like a low-level anxiety dream. On top of everything, one of my dogs, Louis, started whimpering and contorting his body like he was in pain. He refused to eat, which he’s neve…