nothing to do but write'
nothing to do but right
its valentines day
yet again, another year of dry dick for ya boi
whoopee
its not even about vakentines day
its about the fact that i feel hurt
i feel like no one ever wants to get close to me
i feel like frankenstein
i feel like prometheus
i feel like the only people who get me are all not here
i dont like not being deep
i dont like being a part of the status quo
i dont like judging others
but i also dont like not getting what I want.
what can I control?
nothing.
nothing but my attitude
i can control that
i feel unrealized
i feel as if i am not here
i feel as if everybody has an easier time than me
but these are all follish thoughts and feelings
but that doesnt mean i dont want to, or have to, feel them
the whole point of feelings is to play the fool
and then realize, that playing the fool is both boring and destructive
and then u stop
attaching your whole life
to your thoughts and feelings
and then you say this
i am
but GODDAMMIT AM I THIRSTY FOR LOVE
whenever it shows, it always goes
i dont know why
m
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