The Fine Print on Existence Is a Scam
Born in debt, billed for thoughts I haven’t finished thinking, and told to call it grace.
Idon’t hate people. Hate takes effort, and effort implies I still expect something from them.
What I actually feel is duller and heavier than hate; it’s the specific exhaustion of finally reading the fine print on a contract I never remember signing, and realizing the whole thing stopped even pretending to be fair a long, long time ago.