I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn’t fit the other. I didn’t care.

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wild-rness:

I use humor to cover up the fact that I want to jump off a bridge

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You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world,
and there’s still going to be someone who hates peaches.

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tupacvevo:

tupacvevo:

someone give me a job

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i was thinking something in retail

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