oh my god

oh my god there’s something wrong with all of it.

why is the knowledge that if I get up on time, arrive on time, complete the exercises on time, and properly fill in the proper forms then I will have my success oppressive?

oh my god there’s something wrong with me.

why is it that the more I try, the harder I try, the more I despite and despite and despite ad-ver-si-ties keep trying, the worse I am at the thing?

oh my god god bless your nonexistence.

were your grandiose godly body to cast shadows in stencils on this earth I’d have to spend my days afraid of stepping wrongly on them.

oh my god there’s something wrong with all of it.

today I have eaten good bread and done good work and kissed a good man and if life is something else I don’t aspire to it.