112 weeks
This has insipid written all over it.
Today I wrote a six word biography. The first that sprang to mind. "There's so much left to do."
Are contractions a cop out in a situation like that?
My mother is living in a van, her health slowly deteriorating and I'm too lazy to help her do anything about it.
I haven't spoken to any other member of my family in nearly 2 years.
It's rare that i think about anything when i have sex anymore, it's like radio static.
I pay hundreds a month for this place and i haven't slept here since November.
I don't even eat here. I do laundry and shower and then i leave.
I'm watching people locked in downward spirals, half the time i think its what they deserve, the other half of the time i don't care.
There are people in the world that i never see. People who, should i ever spot them, I'll most likely cross the street to avoid. Some I'd rather not speak to, others I'd rather not punch, others I'd rather not cry in front of.
Sometimes when i tell people i love them i do it because i think its what they want to hear. i don't think i mean it, really. I'm not even sure i know what the fuck love is supposed to be anymore. i want these people happy, but probably only because its depressing to keep the company of the discouraged.
I'm fairly certain I've permanently damaged my spine, but only to the extent that it will cripple me several decades from now, so that's something.
i have five huge cavities and i still eat hard candy all the time.
there's so much left to do, and i don't particularly want to do any of it.
fuck this.
Today I wrote a six word biography. The first that sprang to mind. "There's so much left to do."
Are contractions a cop out in a situation like that?
My mother is living in a van, her health slowly deteriorating and I'm too lazy to help her do anything about it.
I haven't spoken to any other member of my family in nearly 2 years.
It's rare that i think about anything when i have sex anymore, it's like radio static.
I pay hundreds a month for this place and i haven't slept here since November.
I don't even eat here. I do laundry and shower and then i leave.
I'm watching people locked in downward spirals, half the time i think its what they deserve, the other half of the time i don't care.
There are people in the world that i never see. People who, should i ever spot them, I'll most likely cross the street to avoid. Some I'd rather not speak to, others I'd rather not punch, others I'd rather not cry in front of.
Sometimes when i tell people i love them i do it because i think its what they want to hear. i don't think i mean it, really. I'm not even sure i know what the fuck love is supposed to be anymore. i want these people happy, but probably only because its depressing to keep the company of the discouraged.
I'm fairly certain I've permanently damaged my spine, but only to the extent that it will cripple me several decades from now, so that's something.
i have five huge cavities and i still eat hard candy all the time.
there's so much left to do, and i don't particularly want to do any of it.
fuck this.