i'm looking through

looking right through

you

there is a static dissonance in my head; a lump in my throat. photographs of them and mental relics developed; all the time spent smoking drinking lamenting. laminate the stamp onto your forehead; it was already written all over my face.

Looking
right
through

You

hello, old friend. you haven't aged a bit.

Did I know you?

I just wanna play video games.

My birthday makes me sad, for some reason. I have never been able to pinpoint exactly why that is. I am unable to feel the joy most people feel on their birthdays - all of it makes me want to cry. The birthday charade seems so routine to me. Why does it make me so fucking sad? Shortly before we all went out to dinner, I sunk into the cool leather ( Read more... )

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Sometimes, when I am doing things, specifically: working or thinking - I'll feel like I've been enthralled within the specific aforementioned task for only a mere amount of minutes. And then I look at the clock to see it has been much, much more longer than I originally anticipated.

Then I feel like this:


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