Nobody wants anything I’ve got–

Which is fine, because you’re made of everything I’m not.

Over a month away from this, yet still I return.  I bet you never even noticed I was gone.  I can’t say I’m surprised.

The title sums it up better than I could.  Forever at odds with humanity because I have no idea what humanity actually entails.  I’m no good at it, and mine is the basis of much angst and sorrow, etc., etc., etc.,.

(Je me déteste et je veux mourir.)

French is such a beautiful language.

Most of this, I would not miss.  And that, I suppose, is a good thing.

Every car ride, I hope ends in a crash.  I see freak accidents around every corner.  Passive, passive, passive should be my new middle name.  It’s not normal but who fucking cares?  Apathy is easy to fake, lookit me, mom!  I don’t give a flying fuck.

Treading water.  Flippant and impudent.  A mockery of my poor, tortured generation.  Oh, I’m so sad but I’ll be damned if I know why.  Irrationality, hurray!  I can’t be like them and take myself seriously, I can’t be myself and take myself seriously.  I’m a fucking joke.

shallow shallow shallow

I guess, to some extent, he called that one right.  Even though it’s not what he meant.  He never bothered to read past the first definition of a word, to know the subleties and nuances of his own language.  But I am shallow.  I’m an emotional fucking wading pool.  A mud puddle of pointless splashing.  I’m terrified of other people, what they do, why they do it, it’s all nonsensical to me.  Unpredictable.  Dangerous.  Automatic termination self-destructive revolution automatic termination self-destrustive revolution.

Fuck if I fucking care.  This doesn’t even make sense.  Cryptic statements, unable to even think the truth because the truth is always the worst. 

I’ll shut you up.