i can see u in that way
i can see u in that way

whole house of ******* dust water swells fire melts whole house of transforming *****

i co uld be somet hing or no thing ether way this i s ev ery th in g

absorb me im nothign less than dreaming

need to do what i need to do

not much time to fix things ===

go to hell /on my way /**** u worthless /told u since the beginning

immortal

idk that anything could matter more or less

know it’s wrong but it feels right

u make me smile

building things out of u coudl never be

vacancy is clean empty is relief

there is no god in this house not even close

as real as you want it to be

is this real?

useless passion is all thats inside of me, writhing

so many people want to label themselves give themselves titles they dont deserve and never will I hate u **** u

writers block is a myth if u have to push something out just for the sake of writing it u shouldnt be writing it its garbage

sleep now

eternally bored with reality

i consume myself

u can focus everything on making something perfect to yourself or let it be the disaster it is and it will become perfect in its own standard, in the end i find it hard to believe that there will be any recognizable difference

i dont want anything i write to be understood one way why would any person want that for anything they created

100 people reading the same 100 words guaranteed u will have 100 different perceptions

punctuation and grammar are just limitations to otherwise flawless forms of communication

just sit here for weeks and do nothing at all

this will never be more than this

Leave it to itself will work itself
out and I just don’t care anymore

things undone
cannot be undone
lack of effort
cannot be undone
you cannot change anything that you truly feel
increase or decrease the intensity
or alter the way that it will lead you
and feigning heartfelt change
thru something u could easily erase
its defeating to tell the truth
is it worse than what u already do
idk
but its safely packaged
in all the passive relapses
that remind you of what you may have been sent here to do
if i never called u anything
would u still have said those things
or was it just easier to hide behind them
and pretend we werent suffering
and live unhappily
forever and after
shotgunned by the fear
of blame or a connection
to these halflife disappearances

silence is thinking cant stop until this is what i need

i feel all of these things
i feel none of these things

how am i even here

this that kind of tired u cant sleep out of

im not making anything until it just comes out of me it makes me crazy, bothers me, more than anything but it would be nothing without waiting

so many problems so many inconsistencies so many feelings

dont even know where to start

spend some time to figure this **** out

how am i even here

this that kind of tired u cant sleep out of

you are ******* nothing

honestly disgusted that i ever tried to give you a part of myself thats the only thing i ever will regret that i didnt know myself enough to understand i deserved better than your sadistic controlling mentality

u always will be living in the mediocre in the painfully average and i will always be in with something far superior and closer to life

i am just a better human being than u thats all there is to say

took me all this time to realize u did what u did to me was because u were never worth anything

I don’t trust anyone that has a vested interest in me being sick for their own personal gain. Why would anyone

Health care proffesionals and capitalism don’t mix

1800 bad drug- proof that people dont give a **** about what pills they give to people or how it affects them