The dichotomy of beauty and foulness in humanity is staggering. How the feeling I have when I remember this shakes me even to this day, perhaps deserves the greatest exploration into the hearts and minds of men.

We are simply complex.

Cowardice penetrates my larynx with flat-gray-painted shards of my former bedroom's mirror, jutting from my shoulder in a half salute, memorializing yesterday's promise and tomorrow's failure. It tastes like metallic copper brine paid for in shiny silver dollars.

I've been experimenting with being absolutely unapologetic in my words and actions to everybody I cross. I've never had worse anxiety.

I feel like I should write, but everything that comes out is trite and makes me annoyed immediately after I read it - even this.

Fuck you if you think you're too good for Golden Corral or Hamburger Helper.

Attention beer snobs/dorks, it's fermented grain water. Nobody cares where your hops came from or the chocolate and elderberry notes you can taste on the back of your palate. You know what actually tastes good? Regular old ice water.

I remember a time when life's meaning was all figured out and all I had to do was follow some rules from an old book and trust that some sky dad had everything planned out for me long before I even existed.

I wish god was real.

Every time a rich white girl says, "You should just drop everything and travel" or something to that effect, I just want to watch the planet get ripped apart by an errant singularity from the distance, being cooked alive internally by radiation and silently choking to death in the vacuum of space.

I'm so hate-filled and I fucking hate it.

Watching Intervention makes me hate white people.