Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

I guess this is why Catholics teach that suicide is a sin. They were running out of priests.

Before I even knew the word ‘gay,’ I knew I was gay.

I’ve got it all figured out. We’re a parasite. Other animals on this planet coexist with nature. We don’t; we’re like scabies. Tiny mites covering the outer layer of earth, burrowing into it, infecting it. We are like tapeworm

I felt like I was never in the moment I was in. I was always looking back, or
worried about the future

I therefore decided to buy the fries instead of killing myself because that seemed logical. You shouldn’t kill yourself when you still want to eat.

My dad yelled, “You could have died! And then what?”

And then what?

Every time my family argued, my initial response was to fantasize about moving far away and never speaking to any of them again. I thought about starting a new life on a new continent. By the time I was in my bed, waiting to fall asleep, I started to feel bad for everyone.

This room is the site of almost every breakdown I ever had before I turned eighteen. I remember hyperventilating in here.

predatory men are attracted to being priests because it puts them in a position of power over vulnerable people.

Everyone in this room has managed to grow old despite how easy it is to die.