Sometimes you feel so grouchy and your face bunch up like underwear between your crack.


You get tired of everything.


People seem retarded. Most of them. Almost all.



Life is such a liability. Troublesome shit. Like having a girlfriend. Just that in this case you are your own girlfriend.




Show me this, and

I'll go, "Fuck, why the trouble?"




I don't really care how you did it. How you suffered. How you fought. Dissed. Sorry. The final product doesn't impress me.


Skeptic. Cynic. Pessimist.



I wonder if I can ever be happy.