fuck, i gave my dad some food and i realised he’s all alone

my parents are all alone and i don’t.. i know what to do but i - i want to make excuses

and i want to say we’re all cooked Like the world is a sad place. i was going to say something about how they don’t want to ask their baby boy to make them not feel alone

but this isn’t what this is about

i’m still pieceing the macro image together, having conversations, and it’s all as i predicted. i don’t like it.

all my plans are too fucking slow im going too fucking slowly