I must make note of the time. The exactly fucking anything that I know to be true. That is right now. I know I am not dreaming. I know what is real and not real, I know physical shit, but I am garbage at physics. That's why I like metaphysics. Because it's philosophy. It is … Continue reading 26 January 2019 11:06pm
Every thing that I have ever done was for you. Everything I tried to do, was for you. Everything I thought I knew, was due to you. Everything I ever was, was because of you. Everything I learned to do, I learned from you. Everything I tried to prove, was for and to you. Everything … Continue reading Just so you know, it was NEVER 4oubt me…
She opened her eyes, and saw him next to her, if only for a moment.
To come in to this world, you needed some shit. or some shit like that. who cares. everything is the same anyway. I lament my existence. Why the fuck do I keep doing this to myself? Why do you keep doing this to me? I just want the endless cycle to be over. Take me … Continue reading I NEVER NEEDED but YOU made Me this waY.
25 January 2019, 3:48pm; I can see what's happening. It's like none of you have any clue that this is the same damn thing that happens all the time... every time. EACH AND ANY OF THE INUMERABLE DAMN TIMES! I am out of balance. And I don't know how to get back in to balance. … Continue reading I could tell you a theory of mine
COMA CAR His long wispy hair tickled her cheek and neck as he rested his head on her shoulder. Travelling for hours in the backseat of the small car had managed to exhaust the young man - most likely out of bordem. However the girl could not sleep. She stared blankly ahead out of the … Continue reading FFW! A double-edge scarb
"You're just like bubble gum," she said. "How so?" he asked. "I'm so tired of spelling everything out for you," she said back.
26 August 2018 - Surrender I give up. On everything. Forget everything. I never existed. I’m going to disappear now. And I don’t know if I will return. Or if I even should. I hate myself. I wish I was dead. And since I am too gutless to make that dream a physical reality, I’m … Continue reading Reruns 027 & 028: I lift up my open hands