I wanted to tell her that she wasn't making a fucking idiot of herself. Or maybe I just wanted to comiserate, because it's what I'm really good at doing. Making a fucking idiot of myself on and off the internet. Why does she have to be such a jerk? I guess I can't say that when she doesn't even have the chance to be a jerk anymore. I guess I should be happier. I guess I am.
I don't know what I think of people anymore. Mostly they frustrate me. Because I can't tell them what I think of them. No one wants to to be told what anyone thinks of them by the person themselves. They want to find out, but they don't want that person to tell them. I'm sure of that.
And then sometimes they don't want to know because they just don't give a shit. Wow, this post is hella deeper than I planned. I just wanted to say that everyone hates me and so do I. Ah, now that's a bit better.
I don't know if I want courage. I say I do, but I just want people to like me. Eh, fuck 'em. The people who really like me told me a long time ago. I'd quote Tom Stoppard, but that's too much for me to handle.
When I think of homeless people I think of 'Just My Imagination' playing on the radio.
I miss Clara and Gracie and Mara and all those people who used to love me like I loved them. What the fuck happened anyway? I mean besides Kate, 'cause that's not a good enough answer.