autobiography.
Yesterday I went to San Francisco, I found this nice bench at Bernal Heights, and this dog was sitting on the bench next to me, posing for a picture. I just had to get a picture of it, especially with the nice skyline.

Yesterday I went to San Francisco, I found this nice bench at Bernal Heights, and this dog was sitting on the bench next to me, posing for a picture. I just had to get a picture of it, especially with the nice skyline.

goodbye.

seriously. every fucking disappointing, depressing, wonder-some, regretful, curious, love-seeking, thought I’ve ever had, emotion I’ve felt, can be summarized in one short sad laugh.

fuck. I’m just really fucking sad that you never saw me, how I see you. there’s nothing I can fucking do, obviously. so I’ve had to lock it up, and bury my feelings. but it’s okay. it’s better this way. what the fuck could we have been? it’s sad that I can answer that. it’s good that we stayed friends, but, wait, I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN ALMOST A YEAR! some fucking friend you are. I mean, I understand all that, but COME THE FUCK ON! it’s cool though. I don’t need you. it would just be nice. but, I’ll get by, finding what I saw in you elsewhere.

when it really comes down to it, you are never in my immediate thoughts. you are something that I dread on every now and then when my mind goes blankly into the past.

yeah it sucks, but eh, oh well. all I care the slightest bit about is getting my money back.

I AM ON MY WAY! PRESS ON! I MUST PRESS ON!

I’m pathetic.              but, I don’t care.

I’m pathetic.              but, I don’t care.

GET A BETTER DRUMMER! BAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAH!

anyway. uhhhh, yeah. it’s still hard to believe. especially since, you know, all of that.

more and more every day.

I can sum up every emotion I feel in one, short, sad, accepting laugh.

it sucks to press on, but, oh well. at least I’m laughing, and not crying.

oh no. fuck all that.

just remember.

uh. yeah.

all of it doesn’t matter, well, some, pretty much THAT whole idea, if. probably not, but, if.

and I can’t forget that, DUH!, I mean, it’s just nature.

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dude, really though.

cope

this sucks.

but it’s whatever, like always.  but things could be worse, I guess.

this isn’t the best way to deal with it, but WHAT THE FUCK CAN I DO OTHERWISE!

you don’t want to hear what I have to say. you don’t want to know that I love you.

and I am the biggest fool for thinking that you would reciprocate these feelings.

so fuck it. I’ve wasted too much time trying to understand it, when you did nothing.

no words will ever be able to explain.

In honor.