This fucking sucks. It just fucking **sucks**. I am so tired of all of this. I’ve never been so unhappy in my entire life. I am tired, tired, tired. Why am I doing this? Jesus H. Christ everything sucks, sucks, sucks.
I feel incredibly sick. It’s back to the endless vomiting again and the crazy headache again and the burning eyes and everything else. I just want peace. All I want is to feel okay. I’d give everything in the world to feel okay.
It’s official, I hate my life and want to die.
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)