ACTUAL shit ACTUAL people have said (SHOUTED) on the bus while sitting next to me today. "I think I'm right, I think I'm right, I hate to say it but I actually know I'm right" No you're not. "Fuck you Washington - take your trees and your water and all your junk, I'm going down to … Continue reading Shit people say on the bus
Thinking back, on all the lives I've lived, all the stories I've told. Last year I was an insomniac but now I can't seem to wake up. I can't seem to remember all the memories I fabricated. I'm Paranoid. Because one day I'll meet someone who remembers every word of every lie I've ever told, … Continue reading Reincarnation but without the dying
Did you know that when I was in second grade and my brother in fourth There was a guy in my class named Tyler I hated him so naturally my brother made jokes about being in love with him And did you know that my brother and I used to take baths together in only … Continue reading Did you know?
Tonight I want to dream of warmth from ovens and blankets underneath constellations because I sleep under the city lights with the air conditioner turned all the way up. I want to dream of a welcome escape not a wrench thrown into the fading blueprints of eternity. I want to dream of being abandoned and … Continue reading I want to dream
I’ve been having trouble recently with the idea of individuality. I feel surrounded by the masses. Everyone I know is a part of the masses. Unthinking, unfeeling, barely existing. There are very few people, if any at all, who are truly different. Part of that is a numbers thing – google tells me 107 billion … Continue reading People are not unique.
Today instead of writing bad poetry (glorified journal writing) I'm actually just gonna write a journal entry so let's see how it goes. I woke up really early this morning and studied for a math test. Exciting right? After math test in first per. I worked on internship stuff (interview that I've been working on … Continue reading Dear Diary, I’m so ready for Thanksgiving Break
Reading is a painful pastime because you never have anything to show for it. You can spend days pouring over serial killer manifestos and not deep novels but in The End its just images in your head. Images you will soon forget, leaving you nothing at all. And isn't that why we focus on outward … Continue reading Reasons you don’t trust your English teacher