bleak (06/15/2016)
bleak
where everything I feel
comes round to drink itself to death
I am free and yet
My knees are still weak
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bleak
where everything I feel
comes round to drink itself to death
I am free and yet
My knees are still weak
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John Bastard
Wed 15th Jun 2016 11:51
"when someone asks me what's wrong:
Everyone I've ever loved has either grown to hate me or didn't love me back from the start. All the advice strangers and single serving friends could give me was to change who I am. But I can't help who I am, I was born this way. They give me this advice with one hand while the other fills my news feeds with ideas about self love and self improvement.
Changing myself to be loved by other people isn't self love. It's self loathing, it's a hollow gesture.
I should be enough for me but popular opinion says I'm not.
I want to be somebody that doesn't exist as a living example of unrequited feeling and being. How do I become that?"
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'it seems like we re knee deep in a syrupy hellscape where everybody wants a taste of everything, but there's an intrinsic fear in moving in any direction--for fear of missing that promised train that goes to Valhalla. Everybody wants a taste, nobody eats a meal, everyone takes to their soap boxes screaming how hungry they are.
You can only imagine how slow business is for a man made of sea urchins.'
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'I said we'd never work out because she laughs too easily at the stupidest fucking shit -- doesn't have a taste for the truly absurd, deranged, ironic, and cynical. We've been married for 28 years. She's been dead for 3.'