calculus is irrelevant to everyone except for science and math majors

but everyone gets taught it.

I do not understand why.

Post Mortem

I hope I die watching some weird ass fetish porn. That way whoever finds me is first shocked that I'm dead, and then sees the sick shit I was jerking it to, and gets grossed out by that. And then people wonder about the sick shit I was into. And that's how they remember me: the kid that died jerking it to gay-pedo-bondage.

It felt like something to lie about

When i said that i loved you.
I felt pretty alright saying it,
since it made you smile,
but I knew someday I'd have to tell the truth
and say just how much I hated you.

It is hard to party so hard that you wake up like this

I think I am done with this story. It seemed like a good place to end it. Plus I am tired of feeling like I have to keep making these.

David Bowie played from the stereo

I thought of you
right before I threw up
the last of the alcohol
from last night.
The bile from my stomach
tasted better then you.
I heard something
from the living room.
I crawled, on two feet,
towards the sound.
David Bowie played from the stereo,
while you slept on the couch.
I threw up again
and laid down in it
hoping to catch some sleep
and forget about it all.

Creating things is an awkward process

I like writing, but I hate showing people what I've written.
I enjoy drawing, but I hate asking people what they think about it.
Creating things is just such an awkward process.
Peer review and acceptance is just so hard to obtain.
I think I'll give up and go feed the ego of another hollywood star.
They're not afraid of what I have to say.
Probably because I'm yelling at a screen.
But I digress, creating is hard.
Too hard for me.

Party part 2

Continuing the story. Not sure how many more there will be. I've been feeling motivated lately. I'll work on getting more up.