six mots

You know what the best feeling in the world is? When you find people that whenever you see them you seem to be overwhelmed with the sense that no other moment than this will make you happier. Fuck this. I can't write. Just fucking tell me. Who am I kidding?

I feel like shit. I had an amazing day and I feel like complete crap. Every moment of this day from the reading the book to the nap to the funny card ride to the rendezvous with an old friend to the hipster haiku, to the awkwardness to the lounging around to flower eating to the new phones to the side streets to the blackberries to the friends was great. What's wrong with me? There were things bothering me and I didn't want them to bring me down, but they are now.

There was a moment I wanted to capture, but nothing happened.

I should go to sleep. I sleep late every night and I can't do that tomorrow night. I want another six words in my life. I live an imperfect perfect life. I keep wishing and I get screwed. Fuck me and fuck this feeling.

I hate being fucked over. I don't know what I am seeing, but who cares? Maybe I'll start acting the part. I shouldn't be writing or posting or whatever. Fuck you for reading my shit and putting an expectation about me with it. Stop thinking shit about me. Fuck you.

I'm off to sleep and
you should listen to
some coldplay because
that helps me sleep.

fuck bitches. by myself once again.

those are my six worlds, kids.
go make it an away message.