some people tap into their pain and belt it out so loud you're compelled to sit up and listen. though i feel no pity, i am inspired to take mine by its horns and belt it out just as loud. 

it prompts me to find someone i can compare and contrast with. i want to go on a date with someone just as wretched as i. to spread out past dirt along the picnic blanket and laugh. laugh at all our mismatched body parts and our selfish little cries and know that it's okay to be selfish because, life. 

i want humor when i'm naked. at my most daring. 

make a toast and drink to misery.