it is sad that the truly sane are made to feel like they are fucking crazy because of How The World Is

man, i tell you, i know that i have a sixth sense for detecting bullshit

i’m not even gonna apologize for it anymore

i know that i’m sane and what i’m saying makes sense

it is because i am blunt and honest that i feel alone

don’t tell anyone but i just mourned the death of a single ant for way too long

you know how sometimes you’ll be driving down a rural road and you’ll pass a log cabin and out on the porch some old dude is sitting in a rocking chair petting his dog

that is me except i am 27 years old and i have a cat and i am sitting on my mattress in a small overpriced bedroom in northern california

wait what

i too have stopped believing in “perfect moments”

you know what, i think it’s creepy when people organize their books by color

Shit, man, I’d give just about anything to be walking around Austin, Texas alone right now

Welp, now that [media thing] has been consumed, it’s back to being terrifyingly aware that I am alive

if someone refers to themselves as a “gypsy” and they are not talking about their ethnicity i think it is ok if you stop talking to this person

I said “hey” or “morning” to four separate people in my neighborhood (as in, my NEIGHBORS) on my walk to work this morning, and every single time I was met with silence and a look of total disgust

Man, fuck this city

Everyone is such a jerk

I’m outta here