I can’t decide if I want all of you to burn or just some of you.
You take no pride in yourself.
I think you should be quiet for all that comes put of your mouth is a lie.
What happened to us?
Don’t look me in the eyes and then not say something.
Don’t just scurry past me like I’m your worst fear.
It’s a nice day out. Shame I have to spend it indoors working.
I’d much rather be writing than dealing with you pretentious pricks.
Fuck you, fuck this, and fuck me for putting up with you.
Oh god I’m sorry for getting angry even though you act like a child.
What story must I rewrite to have him fuck off into oblivion?
Me? Harsh and crass? Impossible.
After this I swear to whatever higher being there may be, I’m moving to an island and becoming a hermit; Salinger had the right idea.
Everytime I see your face, I die a little on the inside.
Is there any light that hasn’t been corrupted by us as a species?
And in the fierce fiend of a distempered dream, the poet awoke from his long dreamt nightmare, terror and fear holding providence in his mind.
Soon, Stephen King, you’ll know my name.
How is it that I, someone who loves and respects everyone equally, could absolutley hate everyone at the same time.
How is it that one person could make me love the world so much?
They wonder why I hide my face from everyone and everything.
I will rewrite this story! I will change how things turned out.
Silence is golden and those who keep it are even better.
I keep to myself? Well of course, how do I know I can trust any of you?
I’m a tad paranoid.
I’m a bit of a hypocrite.
I’m a bit of a fool.
Look into my fierce eyes and see the truth.
Just let me sit here amongst my broken memories and tears and let me write.