i often forget who i am and run off on empty quests because i dream myself into another person’s life.

but when hard pressed i couldn’t easily explain myself or know myself any better than the mythical strangers that i wear as masks.

and my mind
  has been wandering
back into times before this times
and i wonder who
that person was
that was

i ponder nothing anymore since my experiences have been shrunk to a certain small square footage that i occupy for more than 18 hours per day.

even walking the perimeter has gotten tedious.

what is this existence other than passing time and taking pills to go to sleep and get it over with?

Plastic Surgery

#Tips for Self Acceptance

  • Look at yourself in the mirror.

  • Hold that look for 5 minutes only letting your eyes trace around your face–analyzing every aspect of it.

  • Ask yourself, given infinite income, what would you alter?

  • Follow that up by asking yourself why and for whom?

  • Realize that the above why is foolish and the whom is contemptable.

  • Fuck them, that’s why.

  • Resolve within yourself these feelings and know that you’re fine how you are.

  • Proceed from the mirror with Zero Fucks.