this interface is really fucking with me but hello emptiness this sort of still feels like home.

now where to begin. i suppose i’m tantrum again leaving another city another school another press trying as always to make something real

which is the problem of course. why can’t i just be content with what i have. why must it all burn (even if ( Read more... )

the thing with people is that sooner or later

bang

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threw another tantrum and moved to new orleans. it's nice here and sometimes the houses stop me from screaming but i also sort of know at this point i'm never gonna "work it out." i will always be alone, i will never get right. i can remember all the chances i had to you know ACTUALLY get right. i remember the someones i could have been right with ( Read more... )

i hate my generation and cupcake i hate yours too 

oh death you hector me 

and then things got so much worse 

wasted and alone in some basement in nyc.in some ways this seems um Entirely Predictable. like where the fuck did i think i'd end up where the fucking fuck 

i guess he's out there somewhere 

someone's always listening and something's always coming to an end. blearily realized it wasn't christmas today and that actually i'm 8 days late calling my parents. they told me i'm basically done here. go back to california go to a small town in southern utah where no one knows your name and you can see the sky. one of those what's it gonna take ( Read more... )