Broken hearts that beat, bleed.

I have a feeling I'll remove this post soon enough. I'll regret this, right?

I'm an hour and 17 minutes late.

I didn't forget. I hope you had a great time. I picked up the phone so many times, typed a short text message, only to press the 'exit' button. I imagine you, far away, probably doing whatever you like to do - see, I don't know you anymore. I cannot imagine you getting excited because I remembered, I cannot imagine you appreciating it. You have people who matter more to you than me around.

:/ I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

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I looked in the mirror and I've got F.U.D stamped on my forehead. Ugh.

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Anyway, I was thinking about the Afterlife. My theory is that our souls vapourize and dissipate into thin air. Goodbye, just like that. Before cows die, they fart out their souls, along with the methane that causes more global warming. I have no fucking idea what I'm saying. It's 1:35am. I tried watching Jackass, but apparently I have no patience.

Oh, I'm reading a book about thin being the new religion. Quite cool actually, they send all the fat people and anorexic cows into some kind of concentration camp to get tortured till they reach their desired weight. And beauty, to them, is paramount to everything else. They go for facelifts frequently, and have lipo. To them sin is watching Fat-people-porn and being fat. Fucking weird, I tell you. They visit sleazy bars to watch fat people do the striptease. It's considered illegal. Oh well, I've only just started reading it. Hmm, soon, the world will be like that. I'm sorry, I cannot stand superficial motherfucks.

K I'll go and listen to my songs and try to fall asleep.

I am not sad. I am happy.