Most people in my life don't give a shit about me, or they do and they just don't show it.
I guess that's on me though.
I feel like a fucking homeless man's god damn sleeping bag with a tear in it. Tons of fuzz falling out.
Fuck marriage, fuck dating, fuck social responsibilities if they can be so easily destroyed and not even fucking have any relevance then what the fuck.
I feel like Dante if he went to Florida in Clerks 2. I wish I had a Randall, or a fucking shotgun shell in my brain.
I've been writing, that helps but I have nothing to write for, or live for anymore.
Shit is just bullshit.