I want a cute girl who pretties herself up all the time. Multicolored hair, lots of decorations and accessories, and a smoking hot body. Then, I want her to be smart, and sweet, and madly in love with me.

Any takers?

Fuck the world. Fuck what we were stuck with. The deception, the underhandedness of the entire world, pulling themselves up by their own bootstraps while conveniently pushing everyone else down. Fuck this competitive economy, I don't want to be competitive. I would prefer not to have to compete with a list of other people, to see who can cut ( Read more... )

Doesn't look like they're going to call...

I feel powerless and trapped.

...are like hot nails into the eyes of my soul ( Read more... )

Why can't people just tell me the truth? That's all I want. I have to resort to underhanded methods just to get it. What the fuck?

There's so much anger in me. I'm really tired of feeling. I wish I could be one of those apathetic guys who just walked around not letting anything bother them. I wish I had iron skin. That I were a machine, not a person. Because maybe then I'd be a bit more cut out for this planet. Maybe then I would stop expressing myself. Because the ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm just waiting and drifitng. I want something to keep me busy during the day. I'm tired of feeling like I'm wasting my life, but it seems as though I'm at the mercy of others once again.

Just waiting for something to come along.

I'd pray really hard.

And my prayers would be answered.

Way too late.

So I went to New Orleans for New Year's, apparently the rave either didn't exist or was somewhere I didn't know about. The Venue was closed, and I didn't check State Palace but I'm pretty sure they were closed too. Went to a club called Ampersand, judging purely from the music I heard from outside, paid $30 cover. Club was a bar, with a bunch of ( Read more... )

Fingers lovingly caress plastic, like a teenage lover's gentle touches, predicated by insecurity and overconfidence simultaneously. As pressure in space, the fingertips simply seem to push away their target, all resistance having evaporated. Acceptance leads both oppressor and oppressed to distance, the nothing increasing like the force of ( Read more... )