the countdown to the love holiday leaves me with less faith in humanity than ever.
we alienate, recriminate, and decapitate.
don't try to relate, kiddo, because it's doubtful that you could even fucking come close to the hot mess i've worked myself into.
to be honest, i don't even have anything valuable to say anymore.
maybe i'm just a big fucking annoyance, built to entertain you on a rainy saturday afternoon. it's what it feels like.
frankly, i don't even give a damn. because i've already sold my soul for cheap laughs and a bad reputation.
some days i feel like the best outcome i could ever look forward to is a tragic demise a la kurt cobain or maybe ernest hemingway. is that arrogant? to hope that the world will remember me as a brillant genetic trainwreck?
they say valentine's day isn't about yourself, it's about those around you and how much you ~love them.
but to be honest, their breath couldn't hold alcohol or a bad idea.
i can only hope i'll get through this.
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