Down Syndrome

I havent visitied Mumu in quite some time.

Do you believe in epiphanies? Does it really work like that?

Why do these damn books always make me reflect so god damn much... I really wish I could get the fuck out of my own fucking god damn head. But apparently, that is, as always, simply an impossibility.

I miss Onyx. And it fucking hurts.

And I'm not quite sure what I want. Words of comfort? Optimism? Caring? Will that really help any?

I remember when we were young, how we said all these fucked up people attract other fucked up people and somehow by combining all their fucked-upped-ness, for at least a little bit, they feel un-fucked.

But really, the majority of people I've met have had their fair share of problems. Maybe this whole world really is just god damn fucked to hell. Jesus fucks.

That is apparently my word of the day.

Fuck it.