ultimate hater

dreams dreams dreams

Seeking benefactor to hunt down this Wacky Wacko sweatshirt in my size (S) and buy it for me for my birthday.

This blog is full of unpublished poetry that you're never going to read. Down to the last measly line, it's all absolutely bewitching.

bummer city

How many times have you stumbled upon the resolutions you made to stop doing what you're doing with your life? After all these years, I'll still eat chips and cold miso soup for dinner, standing alone in the kitchen at dusk with the lights off and the fridge open. I'll still answer the phone when I know it's my father calling, and I won't hang up until it's too late to salvage the day. I'll still put off laundry 'til two weeks from the the last time I put off laundry. I'll still wipe off my lipstick before I leave the house, and feel better that way

Blind dates, working in food service, and confusing infatuations: lessons never learned.

STRENGTH FROM THE TEARS OF SAD MEN

There is an extra special nasty little place in hell for my landlord in particular.

July 16-- hard day.

me and lil' martin

I can't conjure up a memory of how it feels to be in a romantic relationship with someone who loves me back. I remember feeling happy and very blissed out, but only in words-- I can't recall the physical memory one bit. It's both a wonderful and terrifying realization-- it's a pleasant feeling to be alone AND not searching or yearning, and it's confusing to still feel some sort of weird undirected romantic drive. Crushes without context.