centers-of-the-universe
Aren't friends great? There when you need them, around to be trampled upon when you don't. It's a win-win situation.
To all my online friends. Wait, to my handful of online .... wait. To myself.
It's okay to feel sorry for yourself here. It's safe here. Why did you let people in? I don't know but that's their problem. I got enough of those as it is.
Why are you taking on other people's problems? You've got it great. Maybe this is the best learning opportunity you could ask for, at a time when you actually have the wherewithal to grow.
Progress, progress. You need to detach. Learn the human condition. Buck up kid. It's all Petit Mort. You know it, and you've always known it. You don't have to run anymore. I'm sorry I don't care if your mother dies or if Karen's son dies, you still don't believe they go anywhere. Things go back to the earth. They go back to the ground. They don't go into the goddamned air. Death is not some kind of rock and roll trip with the dancing cartoon guy in HUGE fucking pants and the swirling colors and the thumping heartbeat where your visual cortex melts and the starburst melts and the bus melts and every goddamn thing melts and you go from one level of misery to another to another. I know where they got the spirit guide. He calls you on the phone right before you're about to ascend to the next level of hell. DEMON GUIDE I HAVE KNOWN THY NAME. Thou art called TheDarkAngel (aka tda) and N*e (aka evil bitch whore).
I know you're lonely. I don't care. That doesn't change anything. It is your destiny to be lonely, and to learn to live with it. They can't help you.
They can't even help themselves.
You can't help them.
But I want to.
Sorry, you can't.
Can't I just spend time with them? Talk it out? I miss them.
Sorry, no. There's no talking, just tears. There's no compromise, just heartache. When you get upset and it courses through your body and you feel physical pain. Why is it so hard to believe they are linked, one in the same? I am hurting. Why am I hurting? Because of myself. I am flawed. I am fortune's fool!
Crawl back into your primordial ooze Adam. Not today honey, I have a headache.
To all my online friends. Wait, to my handful of online .... wait. To myself.
It's okay to feel sorry for yourself here. It's safe here. Why did you let people in? I don't know but that's their problem. I got enough of those as it is.
Why are you taking on other people's problems? You've got it great. Maybe this is the best learning opportunity you could ask for, at a time when you actually have the wherewithal to grow.
Progress, progress. You need to detach. Learn the human condition. Buck up kid. It's all Petit Mort. You know it, and you've always known it. You don't have to run anymore. I'm sorry I don't care if your mother dies or if Karen's son dies, you still don't believe they go anywhere. Things go back to the earth. They go back to the ground. They don't go into the goddamned air. Death is not some kind of rock and roll trip with the dancing cartoon guy in HUGE fucking pants and the swirling colors and the thumping heartbeat where your visual cortex melts and the starburst melts and the bus melts and every goddamn thing melts and you go from one level of misery to another to another. I know where they got the spirit guide. He calls you on the phone right before you're about to ascend to the next level of hell. DEMON GUIDE I HAVE KNOWN THY NAME. Thou art called TheDarkAngel (aka tda) and N*e (aka evil bitch whore).
I know you're lonely. I don't care. That doesn't change anything. It is your destiny to be lonely, and to learn to live with it. They can't help you.
They can't even help themselves.
You can't help them.
But I want to.
Sorry, you can't.
Can't I just spend time with them? Talk it out? I miss them.
Sorry, no. There's no talking, just tears. There's no compromise, just heartache. When you get upset and it courses through your body and you feel physical pain. Why is it so hard to believe they are linked, one in the same? I am hurting. Why am I hurting? Because of myself. I am flawed. I am fortune's fool!
Crawl back into your primordial ooze Adam. Not today honey, I have a headache.