I'M TRYING VERY HARD TO ALIENATE READERS AND REDUCE BLOG HITS BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW YOU AND WILL NEVER CARE ABOUT YOU

AT THIS POINT
I AM OBSESSED WITH MYSELF
LIKE I AM TWELVE
BUT I WASN'T OBSESSED WITH MYSELF
I HATED MY TWELVE ME AT TWELVE

WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS DRUNK POEM WRITING ANYWAY

I'M GOING TO GO MICROWAVE SOME PIZZA

MOST NIGHTS I FEEL LIKE A MESS
THAT IS NOT AN INTERESTING SIMILE
I AM A HORRIBLE POET

I ACTUALLY APPLIED TO A COUPLE GRAD SCHOOLS
IF YOU ARE A GRAD SCHOOL, DON'T ACCEPT ME
LOOK AT HOW HORRIBLE THAT SIMILE WAS
IT WAS LIKE TOTALLY A BUNCH OF SHIT

I AM DISCOURAGED, ALL YOU WORLD OUT THERE
I AM DISCOURAGED
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ANYMORE

MY HEAD KEEPS MOVING AROUND ITSELF
THERE IS NO FOCUS ANYMORE
IT IS LIKE A STARCHART WITHOUT THE STARS

I FEEL LIKE THAT WAS A PRETTY GOOD SIMILE
MAYBE I AM WORTH SOMETHING AFTER ALL

IT WASN'T A GREAT SIMILE, BUT WHATEVER
AT LEAST GIVE ME SOME CREDIT
I AM TRYING

OK, BUT I WANT REALLY WANT TO SAY IS



I'M GOING TO SKIP THE LINE THAT COMES AFTER THAT LAST LINE
I CAN'T ANSWER THAT



I THINK MOST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DIED HANGING THEMSELVES
REALLY BELIEVED THE NOOSE WOULD BREAK FIRST



I DON'T LIKE POEMS ANYMORE
I DON'T LIKE WRITING ANYMORE

THE REST OF THIS POEM WILL NOT BE A POEM

OH MY GOD
I SAID THAT
OH MY GOD
AND I SAID IT AGAIN

I WILL NOT TRY ANYMORE

THERE IS TOO MUCH SNOW OUTSIDE

I AM DEPRESSED

I FEEL I HAVE TRIED TOO HARD

I SHOULD GO TO SLEEP AND FORGET HOW I FEEL

IF I REMEMBER WRITING THIS TOMORROW
I WILL THINK, "I SHOULD READ THE DRUNK POEM
I WROTE LAST NIGHT"

I WILL PROBABLY FEEL EMBARRASSED ABOUT THIS POEM
AND MAYBE DELETE IT

I DON'T KNOW WHY I'LL FEEL EMBARRASSED
PEOPLE WHO COMMENT ON THIS BLOG OR MY BLOG
WHO AREN'T MY FRIENDS
MEAN NOTHING TO ME