Slowly turning subhumane
Stretch a person far enough and you can break them for good. We have thresholds for the amount of trauma we can hold for any point in time and when it happens consecutively that's even worse because there's no time for us to rebuild our fortress of hope. So we tumble and fall accumulating with the pull of gravity as we go.
I consider myself a relatively resilient person, minus the world wars, holocausts and world wide disasters, in my little microcosm I try my best. I mean, I am having a bad year alright. Fair enough, bad things happen to good people, but when it starts happening and happening again and with each event in competition with the previous disaster and managing to trump every single positive thought going through my mind, you wonder if its some kind of freak show conspiracy.
Just because when she left me that wasn't enough, the gods decided I should start menstruating too. Why the rags now? Well, you just got rendered obsolete by your girlfriend of 14 long months so we should metaphorically cause you to bleed a little in the name of art. Just to throw in some bittersweet irony we would also like to pick a beautiful sunlit beach day to thrust the news against your dry and calloused genitalia. She threw her hands in surrender, giving up in loving me, loving the togetherness that we had for a while until it ate itself up.
I don't have many friends, I like people but people don't like me for some mysterious reason. Maybe its because I'm too fat or I'm too fugly or I'm too asian or I'm too whatever. Maybe its the way I sit at the table which labels me as a freak. Who fucking knows.
Now that I have no one in my life who is close to me and I'm merely plowing through the motions called life, I am slowly turning subhumane and that's not a good sign. When you stop caring whether you are alive or not, that is not good. Its also utterly insulting that my girlfriend will message me but not dare to call me, maybe she's just feeling guilty and so she texts to make sure I'm still breathing.
Motherfuckers.
So I listen to A Perfect Circle's 2000 album Mer De Nomme and pass out in the afternoon heat. I'm sick of you people.
I consider myself a relatively resilient person, minus the world wars, holocausts and world wide disasters, in my little microcosm I try my best. I mean, I am having a bad year alright. Fair enough, bad things happen to good people, but when it starts happening and happening again and with each event in competition with the previous disaster and managing to trump every single positive thought going through my mind, you wonder if its some kind of freak show conspiracy.
Just because when she left me that wasn't enough, the gods decided I should start menstruating too. Why the rags now? Well, you just got rendered obsolete by your girlfriend of 14 long months so we should metaphorically cause you to bleed a little in the name of art. Just to throw in some bittersweet irony we would also like to pick a beautiful sunlit beach day to thrust the news against your dry and calloused genitalia. She threw her hands in surrender, giving up in loving me, loving the togetherness that we had for a while until it ate itself up.
I don't have many friends, I like people but people don't like me for some mysterious reason. Maybe its because I'm too fat or I'm too fugly or I'm too asian or I'm too whatever. Maybe its the way I sit at the table which labels me as a freak. Who fucking knows.
Now that I have no one in my life who is close to me and I'm merely plowing through the motions called life, I am slowly turning subhumane and that's not a good sign. When you stop caring whether you are alive or not, that is not good. Its also utterly insulting that my girlfriend will message me but not dare to call me, maybe she's just feeling guilty and so she texts to make sure I'm still breathing.
Motherfuckers.
So I listen to A Perfect Circle's 2000 album Mer De Nomme and pass out in the afternoon heat. I'm sick of you people.