The boy who destroyed the world.

Yeah, that'd be nice. I feel so fucking lonely.

I wish that were the case.

You’re still welcome!

Oh, I see. Well, you're just shit outta luck then! Make a noise complaint or somethin' if it gets too irritating, like if they could do it to you then you could do it back. I want to try and find an apartment but I dunno if there's even a point anymore. Dude, I was in there for two hours. I pressed the button after like ten minutes of panicking, jumping around and trying to force the door open. Then the maintenance people thought they could get the door open themselves so were fucking about with it for ages until they finally called the fire department and it took them fucking ages to finally open the damn door. I usually take the stairs but that one time I was feeling lazy and I got stuck, it was so typical.

Fuck. You’re welcome then. 

It's not exactly an image that I want in my head, no offence!

Well I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself and I don’t make a sound but my eyes scream out help. And I start to struggle to hold myself back from thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass. And I’m tired of falling for girls that don’t care and breaking my back to try to make them aware that I’m more than depressed and their time won’t be wasted. But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with. Now I’m lost in this hole and I’m sure I am stuck. And I can’t run away ‘cause I’m lazy as fuck so I sit on the floor as I gather my thoughts and they’re full of broken promises that only piss me off. Well I lost control when I was only a boy, the world taught me angst when I deserved joy. Now I’m breaking down as I struggle to breathe, ‘cause I believe in a god who won’t believe in me.

That would’ve been pretty hilarious if they would’ve been playing Beat It while I was going at it. 

That's the whole idea, hardly anybody likes them so they'd hear it and be like, what the fuck? And turn their MJ shit off. Oh God, that would be so beautifully timed.     Although thank you, now you've said that I'm never going to be able to hear Beat It without the image of you jerking off appearing in my head.

My counsellor (via bl-ossomed)

Andrei Platonov, Happy Moscow (via larmoyante)