olsen

The problem is that I'm very gay right now and that is hurting the person I love.

And that my perfect job is turning out to leave me at the perimeter of my dreams.

And that I want to save everyone, even if it means I poison myself.

So I tear off my clothes, and I fling paint at the wall. I toss my hands to the earth and I try to walk on the ceiling. I run exposed through the halls, through the streets, through my life, and I feel helpless and I feel self-destructive, and I feel alive only in the worst sense of the word.