Mao Yan, Small Portrait of Thomas – White Eyes No. 2, oil on canvas, 2008
my potential to be a good lover and companion are so put to waste. i crave affection. don’t we all? let me be loved. we ALL fucking want this, why is it so valid?
isolation
i’m not currently in isolation, but i enjoy sporadic indulgence in isolating. i think you learn so much about yourself. one time i isolated myself from the world for three months. i learned so much about myself. and it was by choice. in misery, but it was appreciated. it is nice every once and awhile. do things your way. and listen to isolation by snow patrol, cover of the john lennon song.
“isolation-people say we got it made, dont they know we’re so ashamed?”
”Isolation”
please be mine
My insides are taking a beating…
my immune system has handled some crazy fucking shit. i am really curious to know when it will come and bite me in the ass. in like ten years i will be blind from using too many high concentrate eyedrops, my lungs are…..bad. and i’ll have a nervous twitch or some shit. well i already do have one, i suppose it will be more exaggerated. oh well…there are times to fuck up and times to get on track, and i’m just sort of at leisure (Ish) now..
