the day i forgot my dosage...
at times where coffee and prozac aren't enough.
i wonder if anything really matters.
might it work with alcohol and esctacy added to the concoction?
i want to hurl myself into superficial relationships with men
and hope it distracts me from what is really going on.
matters that seem so trivial bother me so much.
trivial compared to a capillary burst in the brain.
trivial compared to getting struck down at the prime of your life.
trivial compared to getting having a final exam tomorrow.
trivial compared to death of the greatest legend, mr vonnegut.
and i wonder, will there be anyone who will miss me when if i die?
besides parents because they are obliged to.
not because they're sad but because they are expected to.
the sad thing is, im even wondering.
surely, this wretched soul of mine wouldnt get the attention it craves for.