i still haven't figured out what i'm doing.
i wish i had the power
to change people
a determination to succeed
i wish nothing upset me
i wish i were a saint, a goddam saint
look at me, staring down from mount Olympus
i will tell you how to find happiness
yet i am not
it’s fun to think the universe is benevolent or malevolent;
it places us within this epic; sometimes the Truth is boring;
i fear that the universe is merely indifferent
"charm is deceitful
and Beauty is passing”
i wish i were sexy and charming
but instead i’m honest and drawing in similar people
if only i could erase the gross parts of me
i could be sexy and charming
and leave you in the dust
text is cold
and feels nice against my skin
"well if life’s not Beautiful without the pain
well i’d just rather never ever even see Beauty again”
do i want to be ambitious?
nothing matters in the end if we’re unhappy.
i want to be my self
even though my self is kinda shitty
holy shit. my parents are going to die someday.
how is a child to deal with such an inevitable time?
"though i never meant you any harm
suffocating shelter of your arms”
a bunch of pretty poetry
mustn’t amount to piles of bullshit