Rome in my dome.

I don't even know what I don't know anymore I just know that I don't know and if I ever will know and do I even want to know? I'm wondering if things aren't that bad and maybe I'm just a melodramatic piece of expectant shit.

Forcing dead flowers to grow.

Made silence a style, made space an art.

Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety.

Since the dawn of recorded history, something like a hundred and 10 billion human beings have been born into this world. And not a single one of them made it. There are 6.8 billion people on the planet. Roughly 60 million of them die every year. 60 million people...that comes out to about a hundred sixty thousand per day. I read this quote once when I was a kid..."we live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion." It used to keep me up at night. We all die alone. So why am I supposed to spend my life working, sweating, struggling...for an illusion? Because no amount of friends, no boy, no assignments about conjugating or determining the square root of the hypotenuse is gonna help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time.

I am affected by the emotional experiences of people. I adopt their problems. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse.

Roses are red  Your underwear is lace Take it off Then sit on my face

“In my mind I am eloquent, I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts but when I open my mouth, everything collapses.” - Isaac Marion