I am in school with kids born after the year 2000. We had to say our birth years in Français.Holy shit. I Googled images of early 2000s anime, admiring the mulleted anime boys wearing long sleeves under their short tees.
Once you have it, now what? Now you are the white dove in a large cage, without the capacity to regret. How purely empty you are, with those beady pale eyes staring far off into the distance again.
I started school and hardly have time for myself in the evenings. I am writing this in complete darkness. Playing some TOOL from my playlist. The angry and extremely sexual lyrics about anal sex and LSD trips are too abrasive to listen to on my early morning commute. It is almost 9pm ACDT. This is… Continue reading inferiority vs. self love
Some nanny on WordPress could very well tell me I'm revolting for discussing enjoying cartoon porn.
Vent. Don't care if people read this. It's hard to describe this feeling. A feeling that I am ugly and unlovable, even in all my efforts, I cannot escape it. I am indulging in this dark voice by writing about it however, I am also telling it to shut up. I went into the Adelaide… Continue reading Self loathing