who wants something real when you can have nothing? why not just give up?
Today I reattached/remade my bracelet and ankle bracelet. They fell off on the same day, in October. I'd take it as a sort of symbolism if. Well, fuck it, I'm taking it as such if I damn well please. And I do. Damn well.
Danielle doesn't know what to make of my posts, and I don't either. I read them days later and wonder who that person was that had such strong words/convictions. Fact and drunken fiction have blurred so heavily, I have to remind myself. You did this, you felt this, you meant this. Dustin was feeling this way, actually, when he wrote this. I made a character of myself to offset reality, and then, filled with booze, I puff that character up with rambles.
And so, still. Which is closer to reality? I'd like to eat some Chex Mix. That is bodily, that is me, a real craving? Yeah? Yum.
If I were there I'd pick you up, baby, throw you over my shoulder and carry you away to Carolina. But you'd kick because that's not where you want to go you want to be. You want to be in the city, where everything is happening and you'd be kept safe by the fact that you have no money and and.
And you just want to be a real person but you maybe can't due to debt but you want to explain this to the powers that are and say HEY. If anyone needs this, needs a reprieve, needs injustice and happiness more than that now it is you because you think you are special. You are certain you're special and able because you have been told that since you were young everyone sees your potential but what is that potential what is that potential this is a new rule never let a child know they are special because they will think so for the rest of their life and never accomplish anything.
Why? I ask you with the cognizance of 1,000 anythings. What potential do I have? What potential have I ever had? How has everyone seen it? Everyone but me.
Danielle doesn't know what to make of my posts, and I don't either. I read them days later and wonder who that person was that had such strong words/convictions. Fact and drunken fiction have blurred so heavily, I have to remind myself. You did this, you felt this, you meant this. Dustin was feeling this way, actually, when he wrote this. I made a character of myself to offset reality, and then, filled with booze, I puff that character up with rambles.
And so, still. Which is closer to reality? I'd like to eat some Chex Mix. That is bodily, that is me, a real craving? Yeah? Yum.
If I were there I'd pick you up, baby, throw you over my shoulder and carry you away to Carolina. But you'd kick because that's not where you want to go you want to be. You want to be in the city, where everything is happening and you'd be kept safe by the fact that you have no money and and.
And you just want to be a real person but you maybe can't due to debt but you want to explain this to the powers that are and say HEY. If anyone needs this, needs a reprieve, needs injustice and happiness more than that now it is you because you think you are special. You are certain you're special and able because you have been told that since you were young everyone sees your potential but what is that potential what is that potential this is a new rule never let a child know they are special because they will think so for the rest of their life and never accomplish anything.
Why? I ask you with the cognizance of 1,000 anythings. What potential do I have? What potential have I ever had? How has everyone seen it? Everyone but me.