fuck you bukowski, you tired goblin
i go and type but it seems so uninspired.
when i actually set out to type,
i sit down and wonder how pretentious that is.
it should just ooze out and everything - like sweat and other bodily fluids.
(btw fuck you bukowski, you motherfucking goblin)
after all these hours with hundreds of people
that i come across everyday at work
i come home angry, tired
and alone
the house is filled. (empty?)
what a predictable sense of irony.
the last thing i should ever do at this point
is take myself seriously,
but im seriously fucking something.
back in the day, i just couldn't place it
then depressed came along.
what an easy choice, you prick.
how is one seriously fucking depressed?
(or rather you say how is one not seriously fucking depressed.)
i'm not depressed. i don't have the energy for it.
depression seems overused anyways.
it denotes something a bit different than what the majority of us have -
being uncertain and wringing hands
and perhaps sharing a laughing indifference towards death
or maybe a strange preoccupation with it
and maybe just wishing that this would all just end
sleeping or not sleeping for lifetimes
thats not very clinical, is it?
depression doesnt even fit our fucking paradigm!
being empty inside does not equal depression.
but i guess im not an expert on depression
just empty
when i actually set out to type,
i sit down and wonder how pretentious that is.
it should just ooze out and everything - like sweat and other bodily fluids.
(btw fuck you bukowski, you motherfucking goblin)
after all these hours with hundreds of people
that i come across everyday at work
i come home angry, tired
and alone
the house is filled. (empty?)
what a predictable sense of irony.
the last thing i should ever do at this point
is take myself seriously,
but im seriously fucking something.
back in the day, i just couldn't place it
then depressed came along.
what an easy choice, you prick.
how is one seriously fucking depressed?
(or rather you say how is one not seriously fucking depressed.)
i'm not depressed. i don't have the energy for it.
depression seems overused anyways.
it denotes something a bit different than what the majority of us have -
being uncertain and wringing hands
and perhaps sharing a laughing indifference towards death
or maybe a strange preoccupation with it
and maybe just wishing that this would all just end
sleeping or not sleeping for lifetimes
thats not very clinical, is it?
depression doesnt even fit our fucking paradigm!
being empty inside does not equal depression.
but i guess im not an expert on depression
just empty