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a vague despair feels horrible
as a result of the nature of despair
all day i imagined myself customizing my blog
an hour and a half after i arrived at my laptop i was staring vacantly, refreshing gmail
last night i went to your house
two of your friends were there
i asked them questions
i feel we all attempted witticisms
everybody was trying to be funny
every time someone wasn't funny everyone felt weird
and you felt weird, definitely
people were talking for a long time, resultingly
i had a vague sense of victory, i think
i am at the library
people make many facial movements when they look at inanimate objects
such as computer screens
i forgot how to create impressive poetry
i feel worried about writing often
i think about a fat girl sometimes
there is a high chance i can predict the next two weeks with extreme accuracy
and that it would be easy for you to say something to me
that would cause my facial expression to become complex
and my brain to think 'say something, you're losing so hard'
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