I’m tired, bored, lonely, unsatisfied.
"Other people aren’t medicine," I need to be more comfortable with myself and my own presence so I can stop feeling lonely.
I smoke too much but I love it, I also love sex but I always feel like a skank every time I have it. I am bored but I really shouldn’t be given the amount of homework I have and how behind I am in English.
I listen to Nine Inch Nails, Mazzy Star, The Smiths, Pink Floyd, Tool, and wonderful poetic bands when I am tired, bored, lonely, and unsatisfied. For some reason Trent Rezor can say what I can’t in “The Line Begins To Blur,” and my own melancholy emerges into my hands, my face, the tips of my knees.
I’m so lost.