not really i slept since 5 pm until about an hour ago nd its 1. idk what im doing i want to write but my brain is too scattered to come up with a poem so im just kinda talking to my computer. ever go over a week without real face to face interaction with people? it kinda changes ur perception on what you are, i find myself referring to humanity as if im not human lately, like saying “the humans” instead of just “us” idk i can feel myself going… somewhere and nowhere at the same time. i think of death kinda like the grand finally to a fireworks show it will be beautiful and re-leaving, like “great that was fun, now im going home”. but now im just waiting for it, the beautiful colors and the bone rattling bang, what am i supposed to do until then? iv always been kinda slow, especially when it comes to things that most people just do. i must be overthinking what life is supposed to be. theres no fucking way its really this long, pointless and boreing for everyone. but i listion to people talk around me and i read what people post about themselves to try and study them, see how they do it. but it seems like life just sucks, makes me wonder why there wasent a mass suicide thousands of years ago when humans first understood the concept of mortality and realized that one day everyone dies.
Posted on Friday, 3 February 2012
