the only thing wrong with my life is the other people in it.
that is, of course, the point of other people, right? to make you hate breathing. to put you in situations you hoped you’d never be in, make you act like someone you always tried to avoid acting like.
the jig is up, “other people”. i’m on to you. i am hot on your trail. and once i catch up, i’m gonna scream out a big ole FUCK YOU and walk in the other direction.
