I compulsively tap the top of any can three times before opening

I took a book from my shelf to send you a picture of a page about relationships, or power struggles, or whatever would upset you more

my roommate came in my room with a tennis racket, told me I looked very pale, then walked out with the book

I hate knowing that all things that I do will end, like making my bed, or kissing you

you can buy literally anything on the internet

you stood in front of me so I smiled very anxious and uncomfortably, your face did not change

you sat me down and asked me not to hurt you

but sometimes only existing does just that