there is nothing to say except that i am lonely. next year will be hard but i will have a purpose, but for now i am d r i f t i n g through space.

sometimes i feel frustrated that im sad, or rather ambivalent to the state of the universe. its not an original emotion, but i think its only crass narcissism that makes me hate that my feelings are universal. and then i hate that i felt that.

but its not hate. i feel that if my existence were to make a noise it would be an apathetic groan followed by a somber chuckle


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