omisa

i have nothing more to say i have nothing left to give i am nothing

yes you've probably noticed im not around much anymore, but thats alright because you're not either, a total of 3 extra pageviews in the how many weeks i've been gone? the truth is DA sucks, its so fucking superficial, its all ego-stroking pointless rhetoric, wannabes consoling wannabes, a community of immature, depressive teenagers with nothing better to do than make "art" or not even that, post pointless loads of compliments and tell each other "it's ok", " i love you", "your poetry is sublime, man", well fuck it,i dont have the time nor the stamina to continue wading through this sewerage of lies, jesus christ people, wake the fuck up

Had a nice wakeup the other morning, lying in bed maintaining the perfect inside to outside doona temperature ratio. The phone informed me that he loved me and it was snowing outside, and I'm not quite sure which excited me more. So, jumping out of bed and stubbing my toe on the fan heater, I proceeded to tear down the layers of old blankets I've been using as a curtain substitute for the last few months and throw open my bedroom window, closely followed by a frantic closing of said window as the ensuing influx of air froze my proverbial bits off. It was indeed snowing, in Lenah valley. I couldn't fucking believe it. The phone informed me tha