[Listed in Some Semblance of Order by Magnitude and Repetition]
- “we are not yet friends enough”
- Do you ever have an original thought?
- What the fuck?
- I can’t do this again.
- It doesn’t really matter anyway.
- Why can’t I believe in god?
- I’ve served my time.
- It would be so easy: just walk out into the woods and go to sleep.
- You’re a fat disgusting fucking fuck.
- “with every second collecting dust, I feel so bloated and weary”
- Everyone is looking at you, thinking the same thing.
- What would it do to my kids?
- What do they think of me?
- Why can’t I just get cancer? I’ll trade,
- “Why do I alone breast the wronging tide?”
- Look at them, all the pathetic apes strutting around in their
clothes. - None of this makes any sense–how could it ever be fixed?
- I don’t know anything.
- No one knows anything.
- “Everything will be real to me in a moment”
- Think of your wife.
- Think of your kids.
- Why don’t I have any friends?
- Something up here, in my brain, is just broken.
- Where did all the poems go?
- You’ve never had an original thought, and you never will.
- No one said life would be fair. But this?
- I’m so weary
- I’m so tired of pretending
- I’m just so tired
