slagging myself off again 26.7

it’s too much of a good thing

so it’s terrible. the worst,

the way it consumes me

so much more than i consume it.

it doesn’t matter

because none of it does,

not really.

i’m not a person,

not really.

just an accumulation of all the worst things;

bad habits

E numbers

train station hand wash

and split ends.

the cons outweigh the pros

so how could anyone think it’s worth it?

trudging through the blackness of the bad

for a slither of light.

swimming through the mud

up to your neck

for a plastic medal at the end.

it’s not worth it

i can tell you that from

the start line.

so don’t bother