January 2012
2 posts
I know.
That you still read this.
How about you just talk to me instead?
I have so much to say to you. So many things.
I want to yell at you, and be angry, and be irrational, ignorant and malevolent.
I want you to finally see me angry.
Maybe that’ll be enough to convince you.
Doubtful, though.
Intermission.
I feel like I don’t want to live anymore.