>I wanted Vicious
but arrived before Savage
found it more appropriate
is that a problem? the choice
bisects the purpose’s reason
I’m slicing off bits of my fingers
offering them up in their palms
I’m eating dried bits of my fingers
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i have no ambition, it’s disgusting.
I want to sit down at a table and instantly excel at something.
i seem destined to be an absolute failure.
i miss the easy life: round meals with meats and vegetables prepared by my mother: i never had to pay. sulking in my room when things didn’t go my way. going out on the weekends for x and y and returning for a rent free soft bed.
i want to blame everyone for my problems.
but it’s me. it’s me. it’s me. it’s me!!!! I get it. I need a do over!
my childhood was a failure. i partied and thought a lot about how to have fun, never how i would get ahead in the future. now it’s now and i’m done. I’m in limbo, nowhere. Utopia. What a fucking disaster. MoveOn.fuck