i am hip hop

i used to keep a journal. i stopped writing down the things that happened to me when they stopped happening. the world seems to be composed so that, if you really want to, you can reason your way out of existing, exposing the stupidity of any act. justifying indifference with jaded awareness and bitter experiences.

he cut himself apart like a social lobotomy. nothing of him lasted much longer after that. waiting, just waiting for a nice person to say 'hi'. because we're no good at doing it ourselves.