ejaculate, and disperse

Judge their shortcomings and scrutinize the kindness. You'll fit right in but you won't. Genius, isn't it?

When there's a wound. And you just want to scratch it. Knowing that it'll provide instant gratification but isn't good for you at all. Never stopped anyone.

Silences that were brought upon by the things I said to fill in the silences brought upon by the other things I said to fill in the silences.

The little ones are getting harder now. Pressed against the keys and buttons and people's hearts.

Shouldn't have scratched it.

I wonder if I could ever have that. Think and write about it. My modus operandi.

If I could ever have it.

How bad is the situation? I don't know, I haven't examined it.  What's worse is that it comes and goes. That's bad because you think everything's all right when it's not there, only to turn around and discover it's found its way back to you.

I am hopeless with goals. You won't find me stopping anytime soon.

Rage.

Strangers in a bus. Well they weren't really strangers. I am just not interested to get to know them better.

'What did you get?'

'For paper one or two?'

'For both.'

'I can't tell you but it's over 80.'

Heh. Pathetic ass. I may not be a genius like you but you sure are dumb.

I don't fancy having a favourite anything. Favourite colour, number or food. I hate questions like that.

But I like 13 for good luck and 7 for bad.

It's unusual to feel this calm. I don't like it. Don't like it at all.

*explodes*

Over time, it's inevitable to become irrelevant and less significant to the people we know, and even to ourselves. What you say don't convince your thoughts. What you think don't convince what you say.

Are you afraid of being unimportant?

But you're missing the point.

I'm collecting perfect moments. Trying to, anyway.

Guess who's the biggest bitch in town today.

I don't think it's morally wrong to be someone else when you're another person. It's not lying, just a measure to prevent unwanted attention to the areas of your life you would most like to keep hidden. 

Unfortunately for me, I gab way too much when I do that. Too much nonsense. I'm working on it, okay. 

That was the only thing that could remind me of you. I am not special to you, not anymore. It stings now. You say it's good this way and I believe that but only half-heartedly.

I hope you are well.

No brawls. No arguments. Just be quiet for one second.

Any suggestions on what to do when people secretly make fun of you?

They probably don't make fun of me. I'm just getting ready.