my existence is very sad. if any of you saw me functioning in the real world, you’d either laugh or you’d feel bad for me. i feel very sad whenever i see myself on the security camera monitors at cvs or home depot. i feel ready to die - alright with exploding - but i keep waiting to touch skin. i would like to die a dramatic death. i would like to feel shakespearean. i wish i had a friend. someone who’s isolated and dramatic and who’d give themselves to me. someone just as desperate as i am. and we would walk down the sidewalk together, that’s all we’d do. we’d just walk together and not really talk. i can’t be friends with you if you already have friends or if you’re happy and comfortable with yourself. i’m still waiting. waiting for you to come to me. and we can punch each other. i’ll kiss your forehead, kiss your nose, kiss your eyes and eyebrows. i dream of this happening before i die. i dream about this all the time.
i am such a nice person because i write happy birthday on the walls of people i don’t even like.
i just made my voicemail greeting, jesse’s from breaking bad whilst being really stoned. i’m so funny