rant
Equal parts of awkwardness, spirituality, hatred, and lonliness. Shake well, and serve over ice. Garnish with a dash of aggravation. This is my mood. I feel like breaking something. Preferably myself. Or smoking something. If only I weren't so fucking irritated, I wouldn't need to. I've been listening to lethal amounts of 80s, and have been wanting to experiment with crust more, and more, via Vanessa. Food doesn't ease my hunger. Music doesn't calm my nerves. The same things I've been affiliated with now seem petty and fake. The same people, over and over. The same self I see in the mirror, disgusts me. I want to break that mirror. I guess I'll never be satisfied. Even now, sleep doesn't cure my woes. No matter how much I get, It's still not enough. Nothing is enough.