My life feels like a sad self aware version of the movie 500 days of summer.


First there was hope and naivety. Then was love envy. Then there was projecting mathematical self assurance. [……] [……]. Dubious  selfpity, followed by hating myself for indulging on Eliott Smith. Many phases, wishful thinking. Desperation? jealousy of other people’s more simple and organic love dynamics maybe. Who knows; shattered frame of mind (human sadness). Messy confronted interests, or just deranged psychotic loneliness. Ha.                                           ·                                                                    ·



tobe?continued.. (…) .



6516. Ibid.