the way the bubbles rise inside the glass made me realize that this may pass and that suicide is a bad idea.
my watch is still set on your time. i kinda like being an hour ahead, that way i'm never late.
it's funny how i'm totally okay with listening to the same song over and over again. sometimes i wish it didn't end- that's why the repeat button is such a great invention. i hate this dimension.
on a pension plan from the antithesis of "the man".
most of the days i feel like "i can't go on" but i always do, so i guess i can.
i wake up with my hand in my own hand and zeus' ass in my face. i do not know the meaning of disgrace; which may be why i'm always shaming myself outwardly.
inwardly i'm just a puppy.
too poor to afford deodorant so i'm uh sort of stinky at the moment. but, i have bigger picture darwinism shit to get upset with so my smelly armpits take a back seat and seem to be, currently, the least of my worries. worries.
i think, momentarily, that suicide may just be the meaning of life.
but the way the bubbles rise inside of the glass make me realize that this may pass and there is probably no immediate reason to hide from all of it. all of it.
my watch is still set on your time. i kinda like being an hour ahead, that way i'm never late.
it's funny how i'm totally okay with listening to the same song over and over again. sometimes i wish it didn't end- that's why the repeat button is such a great invention. i hate this dimension.
on a pension plan from the antithesis of "the man".
most of the days i feel like "i can't go on" but i always do, so i guess i can.
i wake up with my hand in my own hand and zeus' ass in my face. i do not know the meaning of disgrace; which may be why i'm always shaming myself outwardly.
inwardly i'm just a puppy.
too poor to afford deodorant so i'm uh sort of stinky at the moment. but, i have bigger picture darwinism shit to get upset with so my smelly armpits take a back seat and seem to be, currently, the least of my worries. worries.
i think, momentarily, that suicide may just be the meaning of life.
but the way the bubbles rise inside of the glass make me realize that this may pass and there is probably no immediate reason to hide from all of it. all of it.
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