Ques?ion

most of the shit i've written has been composed of large words and oddly formatted stanzas,
most of the shit i've written revolves around my own pathetic self-pity,
Most of the shit i've written is stream of consciousy and shit like that but really,

who thinks,
like,
this?

on this day, i dont. fuckit, i dont even capitalize where i need to
or use fancy words to make a fancy stanza that even i dont fucking understand with hopes that the readers will find something deep about it.
on this day i just dont give a shit because there is not enough time to make it pretty.

aisle write it in a fucking paragraph if necessary
but since its not i wont.
fuck punctuation too. really though

anyway im not going to be profound, im not going to be nice, and im not going to be quaint
because that has never been my style and i never want it to be.

i digress
theres way too much shit that i need to worry about that i dont need to worry about that im worrying about
i really do hope you followed through that thought with me because i sure as hell did.

what i mean is, im remembering past times when i've been deeply embarrassed, both private and public
and its giving me that rush that you get when, even though the moment has passed you're still blushing.

what the fuck am i talking about? im a dork and thats all i have to say

FML