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GoneFishing

I remember the first time I raised a knife to my neck. It was silly and fruitless and I suppose I was only doing it to scare myself into mortification, but it didn't work. I have vagrant recollections of myself in innocent youthfulness, bashing my head under my school desk, jumping too high from the tree to see if I'd get up, slamming my fist into the meaty parts of my body and head, and on many occasions also, standing in the mirror to admire the blood dripping from my nose or other flesh, self induced of course. I'm currently 24 and don't have a "plan" for the future, but I imagine my special day vividly and with great anticipation.

Dear Dad

by GoneFishing 6/10/2014

written by GoneFishing

Well, this is it. The moment you and I have been waiting for since I was 13 years old when I couldn’t measure up to your plan for me. Came up a little SHORT on THAT one, EH pops?

Well guess what, now it’s fucking over, and your bullshit fucking excuse for an “adopted son” is no longer in the picture and you can have the perfect family without me in the way, just like I know you secretly fantasize about.

And I’d also like to clear the air a bit, of YOUR lies.

“You’re the oldest male. Who’s going to take over when I’m gone?” You told […]

6/10/2014 2 comments

Poverty and Other Prolonged Poisons

by GoneFishing 6/10/2014

written by GoneFishing

I’m not a stranger to happiness, I’ve experienced the sensation on a multitude of occasions, but those were obviously short lived. Everyday, I witness at least one individual who seems outwardly pleased, happy even. These people are usually middle class or above, with clean clothes, nice teeth, smiling faces, and an excess of money that they intend to spend on those things that make them happy.

What kinds of things make me happy? Well, right now all I can think about is food. But who am I kidding? I can’t afford that shit.

There are just some people in the world that won’t live happily, mainly because […]

6/10/2014 2 comments

One Day

by GoneFishing 5/30/2014

written by GoneFishing

One day I woke up, and things just weren’t quite right.

I hid from the windows and their bright shining light.

In darkness I sat there, refusing to bite,

On the food set before me, a former delight.

All senses seemed muted, though they left with a fight.

My thoughts they weighed heavy, on my mind into night.

Nightmares and dreams snares, woke me with a fright.

Went searching for meaning, but was nowhere in sight.

Nothing is sacred, this just can’t be life.

Use the ledge at the ball park, one day I […]

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