the german word for wanting to leave the show with anybody other than the person that you came with
people who i have had/currently have/probably could have romantic/sexual relationships with:
girls who wish they were ‘hipsters’ but aren’t
ugly hipster boys
terrible older gay men
i have been reading this girl’s twitter every day, for a while now, and she doesn’t no how to spell ‘masterbate’
feel like at the moment would ‘be down for’ powerful feelings of unrequited love, and all of the sadness/anxiety that those feelings entail, but i dont know anyone
had a dream i got aids from sleeping w/my straight friend [redacted]. in the dream he was gay i guess.
my okcupid profile is an elaborate piece of performance art the ultimate goal of which is to find and sustain meaningful human interaction.
guilt for the past
shame for the present
anxiety for the future
i thought my brother was depressed but hes actually doing pretty good, haha. he was just tired, i think.
why did you think he was depressed?
he’s always, or usually depressed i guess. i mean, i am too, but in a different way. i am better at hiding it too, i think. he’s also really mopey
tabs are like, on the internet, like a new tab on your browser, but it could also refer to like, a tab of acid, or maybe some other drug. and you like drugs and you like the internet, and you write about both of those things, so maybe you could do something with tabs. in your writing.
mm. i said.
save the phone number of the ~28 y.o. man hitting on you on okcupid that you are probably going to sleep with because you are on klonopin and are fucked up and dont care about anything, anyway, you save his phone number in your cell phone as “Low Self Esteem” and hope that you will at least get a story or a poem out of this.
i am fucked up on klonopin and there is a list of known campus rapists being compiled in the comments of a facebook status.
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i want to write a poem called “this is a poem if you didn’t realize it” but i have already written a poem with that title
that is the hardest thing about being a poet, i think
you run out of titles.