Freethrow confessions

(whispers):  I can't stop listening to Uptown Funk



Edit: YEAH GIRL

But maybe I have come here to die // Free // I let it leave me

Turn your head -- remember:

this is free love;

you are free to bury the body that ties you down (and sets you free)

Take apart the ugly days and you will never see the sun

Yeah, I slip; I'm still an animal // On bittersweetness // (and shit)

People tell me I'm nice. Or sweet. But people don't often ask why I'm nice to people, and I feel like it's ultimately due to pessimism. Pessimism via buddhism/atheism/nihilism? Nothing fucking matters in the long run, and everyone's having a shit time so, since all you can really definitively influence is your immediate reality, you might as well try to make it a better time for everyone, right? Fuck, I don't know. Instead people seem to take it as though I'm naive, which can be frustrating. Look, man: I see the shithole the world is. Everyone's just going about their life while getting shit on all the time -- but it's not all shit. There are some puppies in there too. I guess that might make it more shit because we eventually have to give up those nice, albeit shit-covered things, but... I guess I feel like any small amount of puppies (or your puppy equivalent) is better than Never Puppies Ever. This post might not make aaaany sense.
Guess who's drinkiiiing.

In your eyes

I see the eyes of somebody I knew before

(long, long), long ago...but

I'm still trying to make my mind up:

am I free

or am I tied up?

I change shapes

just to hide in this place

But I'm still...I'm still an animal.

Nobody knows it but me

when I slip