And That Sukka Was Called Out For All She Really Was
It is what it is.
It's so tiring. That's pretty much it. Tiring and a little bit crazy. Random bruises again and illness resurfacing. And I've been a bad person in some respects. But this is who I am now, and I'll become a little more ok with that fact as I slowly get smart to being dumb. Typical, that's what I am, typical. And it's not as terrible as I thought it would be. I suppose that elite attitude has no place here. Nobody cares anymore, that's what it is. I don't care, you don't care. Nobody cares about what we do to each other and ourselves and it's sort of refreshing, all that apathy. I can slowly destroy myself and nobody would stop me. It's fantastic. And I can eat beets and listen to Black Sabbath, or ride a unicycle in a bicycle town. Or walk around everywhere for that matter. When somebody actually cares, like my mom asking me why I got home at like 5 in the morning, I get all pissed. No, not pissed, just bothered perhaps.
Yesterday, I went delirious from physical pain and I, haha, spilled tea all over myself and a sheet I was wrapped in. I got hella mad so I ran to the living room and threw my sheet outside in the dirt. My roomates looked at me like I was fucking crazy . . . and I was. I think it's funny. And I'm getting sick. And I don't really care about people like I used to, because I have better things to do and more shit to occupy my time. In short, you don't matter and the process was very easy because I never mattered to you. Everything worthless but easy was more important than me. So be it. Two can play that fucking game.
It's so tiring. That's pretty much it. Tiring and a little bit crazy. Random bruises again and illness resurfacing. And I've been a bad person in some respects. But this is who I am now, and I'll become a little more ok with that fact as I slowly get smart to being dumb. Typical, that's what I am, typical. And it's not as terrible as I thought it would be. I suppose that elite attitude has no place here. Nobody cares anymore, that's what it is. I don't care, you don't care. Nobody cares about what we do to each other and ourselves and it's sort of refreshing, all that apathy. I can slowly destroy myself and nobody would stop me. It's fantastic. And I can eat beets and listen to Black Sabbath, or ride a unicycle in a bicycle town. Or walk around everywhere for that matter. When somebody actually cares, like my mom asking me why I got home at like 5 in the morning, I get all pissed. No, not pissed, just bothered perhaps.
Yesterday, I went delirious from physical pain and I, haha, spilled tea all over myself and a sheet I was wrapped in. I got hella mad so I ran to the living room and threw my sheet outside in the dirt. My roomates looked at me like I was fucking crazy . . . and I was. I think it's funny. And I'm getting sick. And I don't really care about people like I used to, because I have better things to do and more shit to occupy my time. In short, you don't matter and the process was very easy because I never mattered to you. Everything worthless but easy was more important than me. So be it. Two can play that fucking game.