the hard part is creating a sense of self-worth when everything is telling you that you are worthless; when society says 'no, no, young man! i don't care what you know  or do, i'm not paying you to exist!', it becomes awfully difficult to feel like you should exist, that anything you do has value. so, when you don't have a job, that becomes your ( Read more... )

i am the third-string boyfriend, maybe.

 i always leave her with the worst impression

my retina looks like a nebula

i am the runner-up suitor.

goddamnit.

o, to have written in a time when there was still meaning!

sadness comes from mines located deep within banality. once excavated, it is exported to faraway lands to be used in funerals and missed birthdays. i have discovered this source after years of exploration, toiling amongst an aether of ennui. the workers of these mines do not labor in vain; they find sadness in its purest form (the form in which it ( Read more... )

she lives in my dreams, at least.

it doesn't really make you do anything differently, not for more than a day or two. it's only a loss, no matter what people tell you to make themselves feel better about the world.