(via aleksandrawr)
Blahblahblah, I wish I could get myself to start writing more often again, but I don’t want to write about her anymore. I’m so tired, but I abhor sleeping. I’m absolutely obsessed with Jayesslee. I need to get in shape, but I’m tired, and did I mention that I abhor sleeping? I’d be totally down to just get really fat and die if I knew what waited for me on the other side of that veil. But that’s not something humans were ever supposed to know….or we’d all just get fat and die. It’s so hot today. Like, it’s super hot. But then I think about Haiti and then I raise my glass of iced Gatorade to the sky and offer up a toast to the god of overrated “sports” drinks imploding with artificial colors and flavors. I’ve noticed that babbling is really fun, but then I read what I wrote and I slowly nod my head in affirmation of my growing insanity. I wonder what it’s like to go bungy jumping and not have a bungy (is it bungy or bungie?) Do you even feel the ground before you go splat? I’d be so down to be a monk in the Himalayas right now. I have also figured out that industrialization and being provided for totally ruins your life.
omg f all of u
Holy shit I just want to spontaneously combust and paint the walls with the rotten pieces of shit that fill my entire being. My smiles aren’t smiles. My laughs aren’t laughs. My life isn’t even something I value anymore. What is the fucking point.
