don't tell me fucking south park already did it

i want to make a documentary about fingerbanging in high school.

with "stay" by lisa loeb playing as the credits go down at the end.

post-hospital

"i became a fabulous opera; i saw that all creatures have been doomed to happiness: action is not life but, rather, a waste of energy, an enervation. morality is brain damage."

my everything hurts. my new guitar is beautiful and perfect. it's my birthday in three days. i almost died on saturday. i can't sleep, can't eat, can't focus. everything is distorted and i am living in one big daydream. music sounds different. i keep falling in and out of love with varying people and it's making me crazy.

i need a nap.