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I never thought I'd say that I'm actually sick of people begging me for sex. I saw two dandelions wrapped around each other like they were hugging. It pisses me off that even the plants can find love. I want to become a better hipster but I refuse to purchase a romper. Perhaps I will start writing in comic sans for the sake of irony. P.S. Shock the world. It's time for something big. |
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My papers are almost finished. The entire semester of panic was completely unnecessary. I'm ready for a summer of new beginnings. A new location, new friends, new job, reading, writing, and probably a lot of opium and minecraft. I've lost weight and intend to lose more. I've let another potential love slip through my fingertips but I'm not unhappy. Life is good. |
| I will do this for you, in every way that I know how. I will thumb through the beads and beg beneath the stars. I will recite the words programmed into the big brain that also prevents me from believing. I cried for you and your loss. Deep down I wish that Baby K is an angel, floating around the universe, watching down on me with the paradoxical combination of curiosity and infinite knowledge. Unfortunately, that belief would only increase the magnitude of my own loss. I wish you could see it the way I do. Your sentiment makes it difficult for me to sleep. Your sadness, though irrational, burns my eyes and leaves a dull, unrelenting pain in my stomach each night. Though my desperate pleas for your comfort are sincere, I am sadly aware that my words disappear into the nonexistence where your child's soul resides. |
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No longer incarcerated by his feigned compassion. His actions have always made little sense but questioning only leaves me with the appearance of insanity. The unfortunate but inevitable process of over-analyzing his behavior has reached its end. My expectations of flawless logic drove me mad, constantly disappointed by irrationality and unnecessary lies. Never presenting evidence confirming or denying my frequently correct accusations, it seemed he could only follow my statements with the vague retort, "You presume." Thus concludes the deceit and entertainment by a delightful actor assuming the roles of intelligence and maturity. Freed of and by my horrible memories. |
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I had a mental breakdown in front of my parents. My mom wouldn't let me vomit in peace. Her advice was completely useless and unnecessary. Failing in front of them. It feels like my lungs are wrapped in rubber bands. Dying for a cigarette. Dying to be home. They have witnessed what I deal with. They watched the hell I put myself through to please them. My "tremendous talent" means little to them and even less to me, knowing that I'm still and always will be a complete screw up. |