The best part of being a creative writing major is when people get done telling a story they look at me and say “You should totally write about that”. Oh thanks asshole, I will totally write a story about your story. Chapter 1: Your story sucked fucking balls. Jackass.
Stars, hide your fires, Let light not see my black and deep desires.
I am becoming increasingly bed ridden and I dont have anyone to keep me company or care. Hurray for dying alone!
You know it’s funny what a young man recollects? ‘Cause I don’t remember bein’ born. I don’t recall what I got for my first Christmas and I don’t know when I went on my first outdoor picnic. But I do remember the first time I heard the sweetest voice in the wide world.
Fuck prescription medication.