my body is so sore, someone got their head kicked in.
bored to fucking oblivion
is there a world where my idiosyncrasies can be appreciated? i’m not in a fucking costume, i’m not fucking lying to anyone, this isn’t some act. can’t anyone see that? when i find someone that isn’t a complacent jackal i cling to them, i love them, i breathe them. you people make my entire world. sometimes it doesn’t always get returned my way, sometimes i just get neglected so everyone can return to the mass gag of idiots placed before them. i’m a dip shit engineer from chicago, i can offer you nothing that hasn’t already been said before, marry me! whatever, enjoy your dross mediocrity. enjoy this generation’s randomly generated youth culture. suck it deep and get fucked up the ass by it. i guess the loneliness is merely a symptom of everything i am.
why do i always end up nothing but a memory? i feel like a fucking ghost watching everyone’s lives go on without me. i’m still fucking here damn it, i’m just completely defeated.
sorry i made you believe i didn’t care. that wasn’t the truth but it might as well have been.