Loners, be proud.

Dear Loners,

Don't ever fall for the bullshit that you are fed by our collectivist society.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a loner.  

Just because you cannot find people you can relate to, or you are outcast for being weird, does not mean that there is something wrong with you.  And who the fuck cares if there is something wrong with you anyway?  In a society where celebrity is worshipped, and Rick Perry is running for president, you don't want to be right.

Be strong in your lonerness. Lonerness is not the same as loneliness.  Sometimes a book can be more of a companion than any human being.  Just because you are not constantly surrounded by fake people, with their fake smiles and fake reactions, does not mean you are alone.

Loners, be proud.  You are beautiful in your ability to be alone, and lucky to be able to appreciate the time you spend with you, the most important and time-worthy person in the whole fucking world.  Embrace your strength and independence, and love yourself as no one in the whole fucking world can.  

Because, in the end, all you have is yourself.  And no one deserves more of your time than you.

i'm getting old.

i want to get married.

now.

i really want to be taken out on a date
and get smashed
then smash...

is that really too much to ask for?

wake the fuck up.

shady, selfish, narcissistic, conceited, naive, condescending, lying, hypocritical, manipulative

Bitch, please.

LOL

Let's be honest.  My attitude is more like this:

everyone is a bore. no one understands me. i hate everything.


and i'm not even kidding.

i feel like there's so much i want to say but i don't exactly know what to say.

as if my memories were realities of a different dimension. it all feels familiar but not at all at the same time.

it's been a year since 4th of july already. so much has happened since then. everything is a blur. but i remember every detail of 4th of july last year so clearly--my friends. the heat. the wine. the green fireworks. the fucking.

why do i feel like i've lost a year of my life?

why is time slipping through my fingers, leaving me with nothing but glimpses of what used to bring me joy?

was i ever happy? am i happy now?

all i want is someone i can make out with in the movie theaters...

:(

i know this blog is supposed to be dedicated to my zooted musings but i am in dire need of a break.

1) i'm broke.

2) i become extremely irritable when i'm not faded.

3) my figure needs to be in tip top shape for the summer (smashes).

4) i've lost all motivation to go out and be social.

5) sober life has become a fucking drag.

all things aside, maybe sweet mary jane is, in fact, opening my mind to the truths of this ugly world and revealing to me all the right reasons to become a hermit.

your music sucks

i've faked it every single time.