Imagining me on that plane

Now I’m imagining myself on that plane…that fateful plane…

The one that would take me out of this state, for good.

Boy would that be a crazy ride.

What would I be thinking about? Probably a combination of the topics from recent posts.

It would be…tragic.

Tragic is actually such a good word to describe in this case. Like I feel like people use it all the time; they don’t understand what’s ACTUALLY tragic. What’s actually tragic is freaking…that. That would be tragic.

I would think, how? How did it get this bad? Why?

I would think about the crazy sense of an imposter.

How it was all a lie…and should’ve never happened…none of it…I made it so much worse, by ever showing up…💔

How there are people, out there, who straight stole and are living my life…

“They wonder why you hate them.” They fucking stole your life.