I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a
life in which I could ﬁnd no meaning.
How bout just write him a note, if you can’t bear to talk to him, just write him a note, or like, you know, throw him against a wall sometime.
fuck time. it’s all skin
flakes and dust and shit under
the healthiest thing you did
in weeks was crying alone in your
did you know you can talk
to yourself and you can force
yourself to listen?
you can feel taller if you want to.
you can love the world
from afar and it means no less.
your feet are on the ground.
go do some good shit. forget about
time. you’re alive.
Pros to naming your future child “Yeehaw”:
- You get to have a kid named fucking Yeehaw
- absolutely no drawbacks name your kid Yeehaw
Everyone tells you what to do and what’s good for you. They don’t want you to find your own answers. They want you to believe theirs.