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.
From crib to corporate cage rectangular voids have raised us. We gawk into these portals every waking second of every day. The sparkling labyrinth is cruel and twists and turns us towards dead ends in its halls of mirrors.
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 feel like an outcast. It all started with being a fish out of water as a South Aussie studying in glitzy Los Angeles. My female peers around me initially coyly flattered me, whether it was complimenting on my art or my outfits. When I tried to get to know them better, I would learn… Continue reading being an outcast
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