I don’t know what’s right, or what’s wrong.
At this moment, there is no difference between the two.
I can’t help but wonder what I want.
Or, what I need, rather.

What does anyone really need?

I feel as if I’ve dabbled too long in my attempts with an organized body of people I have nothing in common with, and never will.

I need to de-materialize.
I just wish I had enough balls to do it.

Here I am, in my new sweater from american apparel. It hasn’t been washed yet, and I am most likely absorbing its chemicals through my pores. This will help attribute to my eventual early death.

It’s inevitable.