Nothing I can promise. I suppose. Nothing I can say. It's been too long, I've lost faith.
God. The waters are too deep, too vast. I got so lost, I'm floating...
Bullshit, fucking poetic crap!
Fuck this, oh, FUCK this. This goddamn book of lies. Everything but what I am, everything but what AM I? Everytime I look, it's never sure. I'm such a fuck up, Lord.
I'm tired of writing this I'm so tired of not saying anything new. Ought to burn it all... The end of all illusions... Hardly... Nice wish, Dorkboy.
Losercore.
This isn't going much anywhere, now IS it? Fuck.
Just been a shitty fucking new life so far.
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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