Where the words are hard 'n' fast

can i come over and microwave nothing for 00:00 seconds

i have that "what the fuck am i doing here? what are we all doing? does anyone know? how could anyone let things get this bad?" moment several times per day and then immediately move on because well we've got shit to do. keep on truckin'. but imagine if we never moved on that quickly

sometimes you just gotta listen to some bullshit and not kill yourself

arrrghh i can't even journal without the little critic in my brain going "oh, writing more prose poetry about your sad little life? just what the world needs more of." shut UP! you're POISONED you are POISONED i'm just JOURNALING right now. my god, are you always on?

you always hear about how successful people in various fine arts fields are secretly like tortured geniuses, or sometimes not secretly because they make art about how tortured they are, but let's hear it for those of us who are unsuccessful and tortured and aimless but not geniuses and sometimes not even in the arts at all. also ugly and broke and not gonna make it. and gay

i think i might have identity issues but that's a problem for a different me so idrc about that