Lonliness has never been good to me. I feel like I never have anything really good to say anymore now that I’m on my own. I’m a social butterfly dammit. I shouldn’t be so down. I have it good. A great job, great friends, a new car, about to move into a new house with an awesome roommate. But these are all just things besides my good friends. But I need to be held, to be cuddled. I need someone to kiss me and tell me all is well even when its really not. The worst part of this new found depression is that it was all my fault. I could have prevented all of this. I could have tried harder. Yet, I took it for granted. Please disregard my self loathing/pity. Fuck.
“You wonder why the children of America are so obsessed with death? You wonder why rock groups that look like corpses and zombie comic-book heroes are so goddamn popular here? It’s just the same way your Victorians loved their tombs and seances and murders. The American Empire is dead and does not know it.”—Grant Morrison - (Comic: The Invisibles)