The truth is, I'm lonely.
I'm always lonely. I could have all the friends in the world and never have any time where I'm alone and I would still be lonely.
I don't know why.
I've always been like this. I'm sorry.
I'm excessive. I'm obsessive. I'm compulsive. I'm extravagant. I'm boisterous. I'm aggressively kind. I'm aggressively rude. I'm aggressively existential.
I am existential in general.
I never care. Only about myself. I'm fake.
Again, I'm sorry.
I want to be normal, but who's to say exactly what defines normal. The masses. Why do I want to be a sheep? Because it's normal.
I want to be the leader. Always. I want to be in control. I've never not been in control... on purpose. I'm pushed down often. I never want to be a follower... on purpose.
I just want to be happy. I want people to be happy with me. I want a normal life, normal friends, normal experiences.
We'll start out tomorrow and see what happens.
- JWK
All The Flair Of A Filing Cabinet by Jacob Karnas
Please visit my satire column ALL THE FLAIR OF A FILING CABINET... here.
Friday, April 11, 2008
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It feels like I'm following in your hollow steps.
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