don't fuck with me, man.
i don't even know how to write about my life anymore.
actually, it is possible that i never did know how to write about my life, especially not in concrete terms. i know how to write critically, i know how to argue a point so thoroughly and factually that it is nearly impossible to disagree, but don't know how to explain the madness that has accrued in my short yet eventful life. this isn't one of those moments, just something i've been thinking about.
and then i got in another fight with the girl because she doesn't give a shit about these things that mean everything to me.
wash, rinse, repeat. tomorrow will be the same thing. sometimes i feel like a landmine just waiting to be stepped on.