what a distasteful everything as of late. ive delayed my shower fifteen minutes now,
lurking gloomily over the masked agenda of today.

"WHAT?"- i yelled at the screen
"you hate everyone," he replied
"right now i do, but that doesn't mean forever," said i
"make sure of that. get the hell outta here if that's what it takes, but make sure you don't hate everyone," said he
"i feel like a jerk. i called dash a shitty friend on the phone last night. that wasn't really warranted. my stomach is twisting in knots"
"forget about her, just leave already if you're going to do something stupid like that
"teresa was drunk"
"so? let her drink, she had a hard enough day as it was yesterday. couldn't you tell how sad her voice sounded behind all that?"
"yeah. i still wanted her to comfort me anyway."
"that was pretty selfish of you. you know how nice sleep can be (i should keep a dream journal, lately i've been having such epic totalitarian dreams), it washes away the night and evens out your maladies"
"i DID let her sleep, what the hell do you want from me?"
"to stop complaining, and to go date some stupid girl in a dress that'll keep you happy for a while"
"there is that girl that works around the office, smoking cigarettes and looking at me. she had a pretty nice dress on, but"
"but?"
"i don't even fucking want anyone right now"
"you should stop eating all that fast food; all that junk"
"sonic burger isn't junk"
"it's killing your body"

"that's slowly the goal isn't it?"


SILENCE