wish i coulda said goodbye and thanked her 4 inviting me, but hey, everybody dies right? if god came down and gave me a choice, etcetera...
you see enough bald guys w soul patches and 5 string basses and PRSes going into acoustic sims and they start to become a synecdoche for your horrible shitty life
"when i spit your cum in your mouth you smile
because we both understand the act
like jon brion amd aimee mann
it comes off smooth and suspended
with a real emotional center
those good old days when we putt fuzz on the master and called it a way
bewildered lanky woman with portapros double exposed glasses hangin off her nose?
playing guitar like i got mittens on rolling around on moon gravity unmedicated"
^ some bullshit words from my notes app
use this refractory period wisely, you only get so many
ramirez! last refractory period! make it count
drank 2 modelo chelada tallboys last night and listened to csh monomania and it so resembles my life that it doesn't even make me feel anything anymore i might as well just be looking in the mirror
i heard a song a while ago:
"everybody dies and sometimes it doesnt even hurt
their whole family cries as theyre being lowered into dirt
it sucks to say goodbye, but being forgotten is even worse
i hope that no one remembers you were even here at first"
i appreciated that i didnt have to wonder who it was for, but it sure didnt feel nice! in fact, it was probably close to the worst anything has ever made me feel! ("immensity of feeling" blah blah) but hey, everyone tells me time heals all wounds;
she told me she doesnt care about strangers being weird to her, she just doesnt want to be beloved. well, time for me to kick the football again. she invites me to the rock show, so i go to the rock show and then she acts so strange! as if shes scared! has god not given her a choice? the side eyes and murmurs, i thought we form webs outside our comprehension, i thought she wanted to be wholesome and silly!! :333 xD
the last time we spoke i didnt bring up this song to her because i didnt want her to feel bad for making me feel bad (a synecdoche for my horrible shitty life)
its not even a particularly good song, which is the worst part. put some hustle in
so much time and focus has been expended on my part trying to understand the game, understand what it is she wants, when it is really that she wants nothing but to not be understood, she is apathy meeting self interest in the middle at the expense of real and vulnerable people in her life, emotionally stunted antisocial weirdo chaos agent.("manifestation" is narcissist codeword for manipulation, everyone can understand this, right?) i would have a better attitude if her truly stupid and self destructive solipsism wasnt so expressly relayed to me that i assumed it was a joke. but hey, if god gave her a choice...
the next time your life is "too good," keep me blocked.
there are no outlets left and the bridges are burned.
congratulations, i finally hate you. hope you got some good songs out of this, you need them.
- Sent from my MacBook Pro