jacksninthrule

tomorrow, i offer instead, and kick myself for saying anything.

theres a man in my room who calls my name. my name.

please leave me alone, i want to say. he doesn’t leave, and i get dressed, and we go out to dinner.

he takes me home, and i dont feel the bile in my mouth, and he says he’ll be back next week.

cereal or a bullet for breakfast. . .

food is hard to chew when your teeth are caught in the muzzle of a gun.

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If anyone could look into my head
See or feel the dread that has captured
Me or see within this sad, unhappy brain
They would only turn away
Turn away.

<~~~

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I’m asexual :(

why, scared i’d be able to smell the viagra?

blue pill.

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help them. Like we cared. When the line comes around to me, I can feel the frog in my throat, croaking out some unintelligent sound.

I sleep well tonight, wherever I end up after this.

I can’t help the rush. He’s going to drag me out again, arm around my back or fingers in my hair, pulling me away from story after story of miserable citizens living with Alzheimer’s or cancer.

I’m hooked, getting off on these folks crying faces, again and again, telling their lives like we could

so far as feelings were concerned, there was no discrepancy between the very finest feeling in this world and the very worst; that their effect was the same; that no visible difference existed between murderous intent and feelings of deep compassion.

Let's get this over with -- so I can kill you again.

dont misbehave or else you’ll get subjected to; making out with knife with reflection of someone else.

is that paul allen?

i think i have loser-nouns.

i think i’ll get back to him on that pronoun thing.

i am jacks wasted life.

theres a man in my head who calls me a loser alter ego

. . . first person.

i have a new plan : to go mad