July 2010
17 posts
I'm completely indifferent to the fact that I'm...
Well if loving me is wrong, then goddamn, you do...
I didn’t go to Warped today because I hate everyone on the roster except for the obvious Every Time I Die and The Dillinger Escape Plan. Scene kids, shitty music, and infernal heat - I wouldn’t punish myself like that. Normally I’d go on a huge rant about the subject, but it’s already been written for me by someone whose writing skills are far better than my own.
Instead I...
Warner St.
Tonight was great. Dancing to d&b is incredibly aerobic. I got so sweaty that I ended up walking around shirtless throughout Atlanta in search for food at 2 in the morning. We found a Waffle House right in front of Georgia Tech to refuel at before returning CoLab. The couches in this fraternity are extremely uncomfortable. Not that I’m going to get any sleep in anyway.
I leave for college in two weeks.
Dos semanas.
Deux semaines.
Zwei Wochen.
Two fucking weeks and it’s bbl. What’s really sad is that I can’t even give a proper goodbye to the person who deserves the longest of them all (and who I really wish I could just take with me), but you know how coarse the world can be. Either way, it’s like Denzel Washington said in John Q, “It’s not goodbye,...
Even if it’s better that we’re apart, I still miss you so much you don’t even know.
Excuse me while I go tear out my insides and destroy myself completely. I caught a familiar scent on me this morning. Maybe I was just hallucinating because there’s no logical reason why it would linger for so long, but I was like fuck. it. all.
Be strong.
“So fall forward into me and let it...
guten tag.
Mon 7/12 3:47pm
Hallo, Omar. I really wish I could call you or talk to you in person because emailing seems so lame and informal. It’s so weird being thousands and thousands of miles away from you, and that I haven’t seen you since June. Actually I haven’t really seen anyone from Georgia since early June because I’ve been traveling out and about, being the hipster...
Concubine.
Sleep is extremely selfish; a jealous force; envious and always pestering.
In the company of lovers, it constantly drags me away. It rudely intrudes, it asks no questions, requires no permission, and steals my consciousness with astounding ease. Struggling is futile. A single touch will make me collapse.
Here, at the same hour, in the company of solitude, Sleep leaves me deserted. It knows...
Maladjusted.
I lied to my psychologist when I was younger because I didn’t want to startle him. Part of me thinks I’m still fucked up. There’s no comma after because. It’s not anyways, but anyway. For whatever reason, Language Arts teachers always saw more in me than their math, history, science, and extracurricular counterparts. They probably dismissed me as a drug addict. People are...
