Unavoidably, being responsible for stuff comes back, and a near enthusiastic engagement with my experiences.
I’m so over it though. Maybe that means doing these things “ironically”, all the while in the back of my mind, my bags are packed, fuck this place, fuck these people, and none of this will ever really matter.
My only true love is the void, dancing with it fascinates me. It’s the only thing that makes me feel like it is worth going on.
Today someone said to me “fuck death” and I thought about the game fuck marry kill, and I’d marry death, there are way sexier things out there, but […]