Have you ever been so angry that yOU STARTED SPEAKING IN A WONDERFULLY ARTICULATE FASHION WITH BLAZING RAW WIT AND CUNNING REMARKS AND USING ABSOLUTELY MINDBLOWINGLY INTELLIGENT WORDS AND PHRASES THAT YOU WEREN’T EVEN AWARE YOUR VOCABULARY WAS CAPABLE OF PRODUCING
when your day turns out unexpectedly well
But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.
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y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
What the actual fuck