notes from a person passing through

Written in the quiet hours of a night spent looking for something to buy, just to feel something. ╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴ I want to be beautiful because it hurts less when I am. The world tells me to be kind to myself, then hands me a cart full of…