By the end of summer I want to be making at least twice as much money as I am making right now and only doing half of the work.
If I can make any progress towards this goal I will be happy.
Don’t ~really~ care about the money part, but I feel like if I can buy an arcade and a vending machine then I will be pretty happy.
Actually didn’t have an anxiety attack in my sleep last night. Feeling good. Going out to eat for lunch, I think. People cooking for you life. The best life. Except for making kale. That’s the really best life.
was that a fragment of an ever ongoing fabled dream, thought up somewhere where “real men” live and die without funerals…?
does your dark hair seem mortal, or just hopelessly long and lost? does your quaint smile draw highlights onto every map?
where have you been? where the hell are you going?
Maybe for other people life is like a box of chocolates. I always know what I’m going to get. Sometimes people lie to me and tell me I’m going to get something else, but in the back of my mind I know what I’m going to get, and then I get it, and I haven’t been wrong yet. Somebody please prove me wrong, anyone?
edit: that was kind of morbidly impressive. life is like a box of chocolates after all. i will never doubt Forrest Gump again.
rhymes about myself
i’m sick of always being the one who has to think of you,
and i’m sick of just how right they are and how they have no issues.
i’m sick of, well, your smiling face that always looks so fake…
anyway it only comes around when there are other people in the room.
this simply isn’t dreaming, this is just falling asleep;
i’m thinking how i could do better rather than writing a letter that you just won’t even read without making it into something more: living in isolation with your fucking job and no more problems.
there are certain things i don’t like to talk about and are almost guaranteed to put me in a bad mood if you talk about them around me. it can’t be that hard to figure out. do i have to list them?
You fuck up your own life.
You fuck up your ownlife.
You fuck up your oife.
You fuck up yofe.
You fuck u
fuck u
fuk
fk
k
Word Thief
You are the word thief. My nightmare.
You steal my eyes, and destroy all meaning.
