Why?

Mama mama mama mama why am I so alone?

Felon

when your life is forever defined by a single action it changes time. It feels like a thousand years ago in my body but in my mind...it feels like it happened yesterday. You know that feeling when you come home and see your wife and kid? Try to imagine the unimaginable. When I came home and saw them lying there...exposed. Covered in blood. My little Maria's broken legs were spread so far apart...they dislocated her hips. She was 7 years old. I wanted those two...punks...to experience what I did. I wanted them to know the unimaginable, and I gave them that. I killed every member of their families. Their bloodline wiped clean. I took their madness. I purified it. Before I killed them, they knew that loss.

John Smith.

Perception vs Reality

She said, did you think that you were dreaming?. I said, No. She said, did you think that you were dreaming?. I said, No. She said, did you think that you were dreaming? and I said sometimes I don't know.

was it real or was I dreaming? sometimes I dont know.

was it real or was I dreaming? it's so hard to tell.

All

All that I feel for or trust in or or love...All that is gone

Cure me

The cure's music evokes everything that’s beautiful and sad about life

December 14th

I’m a 13 years old skinny girl victim of a sex crime, I’m a 42 years old fat man laying on my couch all day watching TV with hair on my back and beers on my lap, I’m feet, I’m huge ugly smelly feet with gross long toe nails.
I embody all the stereotypes I want to break away from, I’m recycled pieces of over quoted phrases, "I’m rainbows and butterflies". I’m the subdued child of the copy-paste generation, I’m body odour, I’m sweat and shit and fart and piss.
I’m uncomfortable little moments around once-known people.
I’m judgementalism, I’m rejection, I’m shame.
I’m failure, I’m cowardly, I’m silence.
I’m discomfort, I’m embarrassment, I’m noise.

i

I hate eating I hate starving, I hate sleeping, I hate being awake, I have not having anything to do, I hate having stuffs to do, I hate friendship, I hate judgementalism, I hate friends growing up and transforming into new people you no longer recognize, I hate relationships, I hate being single, I hate you and me both, I hate remaining friends after breaking up, I hate hearing that you like some other guy and want to fuck him, I hate that you told me that as if it was ok and I hate that it really is ok, I hate that I cant/shouldn’t do a thing about it, I hate being mature coz the mature thing to do is not telling you how I feel, its to let you go, I hate growing up, I love being childish, I hate my house, I hate not having one, I miss the silence, I hate working I hate being unemployed I hate Cobain, I hate quoting him, but all I can say is “I hate myself and I want to die”