Chin up
chin up
chin up
chin up
chin up
chin up

Stop feeling so down.

I got the expectations of a sleeper.
A dreamer.
To dream is to commit a crime against waking life.
You get consequences in one way or another.

It sucks. Someday I will overthrow this authority.

I'm very impatient.

My dog just ate a spider and Nicole didn't come home tonight.
I wanted to go down to the river with her with a bottle of wine and a tambourine, and we would sing to the Schuylkill river.
But she goes and molds now in the house of rat corpses with a boy who lives the surreal and envied life of riding freight trains into infinity.

I don't want to be myself sometimes.
I am a this and a that.
An insecure nothing-at-all.