What do you expect of a world that kills Hunter S. Thompson?
So, here's the deal: I'm unhappy. There's probably more to it than that...or possibly less. But that's all I can really figure out at the moment. Maybe we should talk about it. That's what people do, I hear.
It's not like I'm unhappy all the time. There are things that make it all okay, like jelly beans and awareness of the meaninglessness of it all. I really don't like drugs, but I feel like for Hunter's sake, or for the sake of something different, I should maybe try some. I won't, though.
I want to be very much in love. I want to be like the doves on the back porch, cooing and kissing every Spring. Instead, I'll just be melodramatic.
It's not like I'm unhappy all the time. There are things that make it all okay, like jelly beans and awareness of the meaninglessness of it all. I really don't like drugs, but I feel like for Hunter's sake, or for the sake of something different, I should maybe try some. I won't, though.
I want to be very much in love. I want to be like the doves on the back porch, cooing and kissing every Spring. Instead, I'll just be melodramatic.