the deep sadness of being abnormal is catching up to me

i'm really starting to question my faith

walked and walked and walked and walked and cried and walked and now i feel like i just crawled out of a totalled car

weeping angel

my body is ruined

everyone is, in their own subtle ways, just cruel. even when they don't intend it. everyone can see me and i see them too. i'm cruel too.

grow tired of everything

clarity is always within reach

the threat is not unsurmountable but only slightly bigger than you

august has cemented itself as the unrelenting kidney stone of the 12 months

this summer was horrific

i respect if you have a “style” or “niche” but keep in mind that that just makes it easier for me to kill you had the opportunity arose

i love being alive

keep going

the darkness has reached its end, i'm told, and love is stronger than hate

i'm less equipped than i was a year ago, i need rest but no one will grant it to me

you never really change, for better or for worse

i'm not sure what i'm going for anymore but i'm not really complaining

i'm like your pistol in your hand

so this is what it's like to have a laptop that doesn't hate you