i cannot decide what medium i like best, and something about liking them all makes me uncomfortable. this has been a 'problem' since i was 16. whatever. a little Gesamtkunstwerk never hurt anybody. i'll figure it out. you're parents fell into something, maybe so will you.
everyone's talking about me going to school to get a career. i'm talking with them. i'm leaving something out when i talk about it though, which is that i think i have interests, but pretty much all of them are anti-bill paying. that's the story of the lives of everyone ever, but it doesn't have to be like this. life, uhhh, finds a way.
i want to do a story about pornography (something about a sex worker on the Internet) and another about surveillance (it literally controlling everything). i don't know how though. i barely know what they're about.
this binging-everything-ing has got to fucking stop, dude. cereal? now? didn't you eat two sandwiches a few hours ago? is this really necessary? GOONING again, are we? christ, get your shit together. i know it's been a little hard (no it hasn't, pussy. it hasn't been hard since 2001), but just fucking get it together. exercise or something, i don't know.
by the end of the week, you'll probably be a NEET again. cool!
i wanna make something again.
it's all so pointless knowing that the state of humanity is probably going to be cataclysmically fucked for the next until i die. but yet i'm still thinking about it..
you (shutupwow) can really bring me back to who i am.
there's so much i feel i want to constantly say to you (shutupwow), but right now, there's no need. there really is value in just being together without 'having' to say anything to you (shutupwow).
Shutupwow. Shu-up-wow. Shu-u-ow. Shu-up-ow. S-H-P-W-W. SeHo-PeW-oW.
go out there, man. clean yourself up and wander around. write everyday. figure it out. there's a world out there and you're just waiting for it. you have always known it was never coming for you.
goodnight, i love you so much. i always will.
