No one cares about me. They want me for my productivity. Even poetry is a slave to capitalist urges.

I have nowhere to go on the internet. I don’t have a forum that I call home.

I don’t have anywhere to go. I’m not doing anything. People’s words are assaulting me with their force, smacking me in the face. It hurts, palpably. I’m not sick. People are abusive.

America is a fucking terrible country. Slavery. Now. For everyone.