I've been trying to find the line between saying how I feel and not feeling quite so bad about having nothing to say I'm taking all my meals on the couch with my best friends from season two and its not a lot of food, but its the better part of my day If you had a feeling but you changed your ways, I wanna know who you were that day If you took an hour to buy twelve groceries or less, I want to know your decision process If you want to tell me to shut up or go away, please I won't fucking hate you I'm just bad at taking social cues to leave I'm feeling something come between us but it isn't real i'm dealing with some stuff I was born with a feeling, its a feeling of fear living in my gut it's a fickle fading, I'm afraid of the folks that I haven't known for at least nine months If you care too much about other people's feeling, you're gonna rot yourself away trying not to speak when you have nothing nice to say, so just say it anyway no ones ever gotten better by bottling their conflicts if you think that's what you're doing, just be a bottle rocket use your feels for fuel and blast off from the crust better do it soon before you start to rust.

I bought a bird feeder to put outside my window but the birds, they never came I saw a squirrel and it crawled inside my roof hole, I think more did the same I saw a cat when it walked onto my porch then it saw me and left I heard a dog and it was barking at another dog, while I slept All these animals don't need me. All these animals don't need me I made a crown out of a branch that I found on a tree that was growing in the ground I picked a flower and I put it in the hole inside my pocket, and then it died All these plants and trees don't need me all these things with leaves don't need me if I need then to breathe, then why don't they need me? I saw an ant and it was crawling on my floor I would have killed it but I knew that there were more I watched a bee buzzing bothering somebody else but me What was my jelly sandwich for?

I haven't slept well in a fortnight not when the seems converge in my hall I see the ceiling slant on all five sides I wonder if this breaks any laws ... ... ... "...if no problem is found, I will bill you for the time. Thank you!"

I'm reading e-mails from my landlord, I want to bash my head into his skull so the blood that's rushing to it has somewhere else to go if I read one more line about how you take your commitments seriously I'm gonna blow my fucking brains out, but not before I burn your house to the ground So don't call me gentleman and don't threaten me with bullshit fines you greedy bastard don't e-mail me your blatant shitty lies and don't send your junky plumber or your cracked out landscape thieving spies to impress the tenants parents and to cover up your apathy and neglect I hope your car gets in a wreck And when the paramedics come and pull your charred but breathing body from the wreckage of your Cadillac Escalade I hope they have to amputate your right leg and you're confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your penny pinching miserable fucking life (breathe) I'm reading emails from my landlord's son I want to bash my head in with a brick all this condescension from a soft-skulled cave man makes me want to be sick it's no wonder why your books are all in disaray so send another email telling me how many months I haven't payed I'd like to take my tin snips to your fingers one by one so you're forced to listen to yourself as you dictate to your retard son did you drop him on the pavement some long time ago or was the damage self inflicted after doing all that blow I just don't want to live under a fucking fascist fish dick licking Slocum slum lord for another god damned year I'd rather spend the next ten years running from a court ordered eighteen hundred dollar judgement than give you one more motherfucking dime or give you anymore of my time I hope your house burns down to the ground and when the smoke clears they will find a couple kilos worth of cocaine in the cabinets so your slug spawn of a son who's fault it probably was goes back to jail and I hope that all your pets die, and your insurance policy doesn't cover arson, if you deserve it.

Eaton bread is stale Thompson post my bail I could watch home movies for a lifetime And if they do get old, I've got a few more shows if there's still time for that when this blows over Someone stole my bike, just ripped the chain in half. Left it lying like a sign read "never coming back" So I bout some blades but just to be safe i wont ride them anymore Until they let me in the store to buy some fucking wrist guards I've got to get out of this room before the walls and door entomb my sleeping brain awakes at dawn, but I'm dreaming until noon and my new years resolution for 2012 was to meet more girls and learn more spells So I walked down to the bank and I sat and I waited and I waited and I thank about how much I owe my parents but the bus was running late, so the thought began to worsen when I had a realization that I'm a huge financial burden So I took the bus to school and I sat being quiet in my one and only class then I walked back to the bus stop where a crowd was now forming and I waited for the bus to come back and take me away before I see a familiar face it could be worse, you could be riding in a hearse it will get better, cause no one's ever lived forever you are here, and soon enough you will be home but in between, there will be drones of couples groping at the silence with their tongues unashamed of how their voices can drown out the diesel engine's hums they're sucking their thumbs

I work to live or live to work, whats the difference anyway I work to live, but I always feel like shit I feel like I am dying, every goddamn day and its gotta be okay but I can't breath I work to live to try to put milk in my cup but I always end up with half a spoiled gallon at the bottom of the fridge Everybody's working for their weekend, but whats it worth, being spent The poor rob the poor while the police pad their pensions with your pittance of a paycheck My car got towed the other day, I'm making minimum wage, and I just need someone to blame for ruining my day to have an empty parking lot at four in the morning on a fucking Sunday somebody's going to pay and its gonna be me. I'm gonna quit smoking I'm gonna quit my job I'm gonna quit school and live out in the woods I'm gonna get a dog I'm gonna become completely unrelateable I'm gonna live off of the land for as long as I can