You know, I learnt something today ( Read more... )

If just for one day I could motivate myself to actively seek out whatever it is that I want, I could probably sort my life out, either for better or worse. But I can't. Mum says thats a sign of depression. I've no idea.

"I wish she was 40 so it was more like porn and she could spoil me with coats and education"

2 years later that is still so, so funny.

In mid to late 2006 things were good. I ruined those things. Matt ruins most things. End.

Its like... I don't even know what.. I'm doing here...

I just wrote a poem to try and help myself forget something that happened recently, but stopped midway through, because I realised that it was futile. To forget something, or to move on from something, closure is important, as is realisation. What am I moving on from? Nothing concrete was said and the rational part of my mind told me that it was ( Read more... )

Theres a leaking something; prostrate. Gelling between pyrric collumns wintessing blasphemy upon blaspemy I absolve myself. Witness it. I'm drunk; witness it. Immaturity. If you knew, if you knew one single syllable of me, you'd realise. You can't. You're concerned with YOU. With YOU only. Oh how terrible, oh how horrible it is. I would have ( Read more... )

A simulacrum of sin: analogous to a union ( Read more... )

I was bullied a lot during my earlier years, and continue to be something of an easy target nowadays. Gangly white boy and such. I consider myself quite hard skinned. But now I'm a child again. Just so you know.

When are you going to let me know? You've just got to let me know.