December 3, 2012 § 31 Comments
i don’t want to write.
i don’t understand the point of writing.
i think it is meant to fuck with you.
to crush you, to beat you down.
writing isn’t for the logical. they know.
it’s for the irrational and contradicted.
it’s for the ones who mentally masturbate.
writing is a fallacy and i am a part of it.
no one wins, but the reader.
the writer, loses.
his sanity. his emotions. his words. his deepest desires.
we intentionally crush ever cell of our fucking brain.
so that we can squeeze out something worthy.
we try conveying our feelings with words.
you can’t do that.
you’re fighting with reality.
reality has a gun.