In some ways it's the utter banality of life and its chores that's wearing me down.
---"Fuck the fucking lawn. Just mow around my body. 'Bye."
Maybe it was all worth it when I had a real life, but now I resent the constant reminders that life continues.
---"Garbage company skipped my cans. Hopefully the coroner will do better. 'Bye."
The reminders that I might still be alive next week hold a special sort of despair. I don't want to imagine needing the groceries I'll be shopping for.
---"Out of cornflakes. Eating a bullet instead. 'Bye."
Caring about events that should be rewarding becomes an exhausting burden.
---"Thank you for the credit toward my cable account for your shitty service. Please apply it toward my cremation. 'Bye."
The picayune distractions interfering with choosing a date are like a swarm of emotional wasps.
---"Please record 'Making Of GoT' feature. Just because. 'Bye."
When, when, when will I be able to make it all end?
---"Dear Post Office, please return all mail to sender. 'Bye."
What a wretched existence.
---"Fuck the fucking lawn. Just mow around my body. 'Bye."
Maybe it was all worth it when I had a real life, but now I resent the constant reminders that life continues.
---"Garbage company skipped my cans. Hopefully the coroner will do better. 'Bye."
The reminders that I might still be alive next week hold a special sort of despair. I don't want to imagine needing the groceries I'll be shopping for.
---"Out of cornflakes. Eating a bullet instead. 'Bye."
Caring about events that should be rewarding becomes an exhausting burden.
---"Thank you for the credit toward my cable account for your shitty service. Please apply it toward my cremation. 'Bye."
The picayune distractions interfering with choosing a date are like a swarm of emotional wasps.
---"Please record 'Making Of GoT' feature. Just because. 'Bye."
When, when, when will I be able to make it all end?
---"Dear Post Office, please return all mail to sender. 'Bye."
What a wretched existence.
