i’m becoming forgetful, the need to write everything down now is overwhelming
makes me wanna tear my hair out
Matthew Brandt soaked each photo in the body of water that it depicts giving each photo a unique abstract film of color and texture.
i no longer can rely / on a friend who once kept me alive / and you won’t see me take a stand / ‘cause i’m not special but it helped to know that some one thinks i am / and god it’s weird
i no longer feel at home / can’t arrive upon your street / and tell you how i’ve cried myself to sleep / and now i’m forced to be alone / and left to climb the walls hide in the folds / another bad bad song / and god it’s weird
i’ll be waiting on brooklyn bridge.
it’s a pity that we didn’t get a chance to visit brooklyn. oh, the wonderful things i’ve heard about that place. then again, it leaves more excuse for a much anticipated next-time.
i think about new york so much, sometimes i forget i’m no longer there and no longer excused from real-world commitments. been needing to catch up on everything, friends, work, school, and the likes; feels like i ripped a hole in the space-time continuum, and conveniently parked my ass there.
the math paper is in 8 hours, and i’m still blasting break-up songs and drinking tea. time to pull myself together
despite the anonymity, this is really sweet and thank you.
i’m not all that down, i guess i just like to harp on unhappy things too much
cause everyone needs to know how amazing this stuff is, for charity no less
feel like i’m gonna expound any minute now
so sick of people picking a fight being insensitive numbskulls
sick of unprofessional tutors throwing unreasonable tantrums making unreasonable requests
sick of unfortunate coincidences that arise to the need to prioritise and commit and compromise and make unhappy choices
sick of life being a non-stop hellhole and completely unhappy unsatisfying short-lived
sick of not having anyone who’d care for me care about me want to know what’s up with me what’s wrong with me