19.0

I swear, at night, someone takes a crazy straw and sticks it in my belly button and fills me up with lead-air. And then in the morning as I trudge out of bed I'm greeted by an inflamed face in the mirror that says "good morning" but not really. I get the feeling that the undertone of its greeting is something along the lines of, "I am going to explode, I am going to explode, I am going to explode and soon you will have no face because I will explode."

what's the point of feeling like a balloon if you can't even fly?

stupid.