Feelings
I feel jealous.
I feel stupid for feeling jealous.
I feel stupid for feeling stupid,
And that makes me sad.
I’m angry that I feel sad.
And I’m angry that I feel so angry.
I feel like jumping off something very tall.
Sigh.
For fuck’s sake, why do I have to feel so fucking lonely?
Oh.
I just noticed the dirt in my fries.
If you’d have took to me like a gull takes to the wind, I’d have jumped from my tree and I’d have danced like the king of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would have fared well.
Shotgun shopping might me the least healthy activity for me.
Catch 22
I’d rather kill myself than get out of bed this morning. But I have to get out of bed to kill myself. Shit.
