My name is!

13th May 2012

Photo reblogged from The Show Goes On with 11 notes

freemefromme:

I hope your heart fails before your dreams fail you.
I am Jack’s wasted life.
I am Jack’s inflamed sense of rejection.
I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.
I am Jack’s raging bile duct.
I am Jack’s cold sweat.
I am Jack’s smirking revenge.
I am Jack’s broken heart.
I am Jack’s benign sense of accomplishment.
I am Jack’s corrupted dreams.
I am Jack’s recurring insomnia.
I am Jack’s sociopathic obduracy.
I am Jack’s idiopathic sense of self-importance.
I am Jack’s devolving spirit.
I am Jack’s infected sense of community.
I am Jack’s only comfort.
I am Jack’s looming sense of hatred.
I am Jack’s lack of self control.
I am Jack’s unnecessary anticipation.
I am Jack’s insatiable rage.
I am Jill’s bruised ego.
I am Jill’s will to go on.
I am Jack’s altered consciousness.
I am Jack’s apathetic disinterest.
I am Jack’s inability to care.
I am Jack’s trembling hand.
I am Jack’s selfish inner child.
I am Jack’s denigrated self-worth.
I am Jack’s illogical procrastination.
I am Jack’s need for solidarity.
I am Jack’s realized shame.
I am Jack’s lack of sympathy.
I am Jack’s lost train of thought.
I am Jack’s diluted fantasy.
I am Jack’s moronic excuse for empathy.
I am Jack’s reciprocal obligation.
I am Jack’s trampled psyche.
I am Jack’s need for justification.
I am Jack’s greatest fear.
I am Jill’s repressed sense of superiority.
I am Jill’s speculative grin.
I am Jack’s palpitating aorta.
I am Jack’s every move.
I am Jack’s immolated regret.
I am Jack’s voluntary ignorance.
I am Jack’s utter disappointment.
I am Jack’s complete lack of compassion.
I am Jack’s martyred sensibility.
I am Jack’s downward spiral.
I am what Jack cannot explain or identify, but consumes him nonetheless.
The glass half-empty vs. half-full all depends on the direction it is coming from. I am more optimistic between 00:00 and 00:30 than I am between 00:30 and 00:59. (In reference to time.)
(I am Jack’s acceptance with open arms.)
I wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
I wanted to destroy something beautiful.
I wanted to shred every feeling of worthlessness that weighed on my conscience. I wanted to bulldoze all the buildings that stood to keep me caged. I wanted to infect every ungrateful excuse for human life that dared to challenge me. I wanted to burn every job I’d ever worked. I wanted to eliminate all the big words I’d never get to use in conversation. I wanted to end something before it begun.
I want to feel nothing. I want to control what I have no right touching. I want to stop torturing myself for the sake of my own construction of perfection. I want to take back every obvious moment of superiority and shatter it with my own hands. I want to cut along my veins with every word I wish I hadn’t said. I want to devolve into a superhuman state. I want to hate others more than I hate myself. I want to wipe out every conservative self-serving leech in society, and burn down all the wonderful sites I’ll never get to see.
I am Jack’s detached moral involvement.
Again, I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.

I hope your heart fails before your dreams fail you.

I am Jack’s wasted life.

I am Jack’s inflamed sense of rejection.

I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.

I am Jack’s raging bile duct.

I am Jack’s cold sweat.

I am Jack’s smirking revenge.

I am Jack’s broken heart.

I am Jack’s benign sense of accomplishment.

I am Jack’s corrupted dreams.

I am Jack’s recurring insomnia.

I am Jack’s sociopathic obduracy.

I am Jack’s idiopathic sense of self-importance.

I am Jack’s devolving spirit.

I am Jack’s infected sense of community.

I am Jack’s only comfort.

I am Jack’s looming sense of hatred.

I am Jack’s lack of self control.

I am Jack’s unnecessary anticipation.

I am Jack’s insatiable rage.

I am Jill’s bruised ego.

I am Jill’s will to go on.

I am Jack’s altered consciousness.

I am Jack’s apathetic disinterest.

I am Jack’s inability to care.

I am Jack’s trembling hand.

I am Jack’s selfish inner child.

I am Jack’s denigrated self-worth.

I am Jack’s illogical procrastination.

I am Jack’s need for solidarity.

I am Jack’s realized shame.

I am Jack’s lack of sympathy.

I am Jack’s lost train of thought.

I am Jack’s diluted fantasy.

I am Jack’s moronic excuse for empathy.

I am Jack’s reciprocal obligation.

I am Jack’s trampled psyche.

I am Jack’s need for justification.

I am Jack’s greatest fear.

I am Jill’s repressed sense of superiority.

I am Jill’s speculative grin.

I am Jack’s palpitating aorta.

I am Jack’s every move.

I am Jack’s immolated regret.

I am Jack’s voluntary ignorance.

I am Jack’s utter disappointment.

I am Jack’s complete lack of compassion.

I am Jack’s martyred sensibility.

I am Jack’s downward spiral.

I am what Jack cannot explain or identify, but consumes him nonetheless.

The glass half-empty vs. half-full all depends on the direction it is coming from. I am more optimistic between 00:00 and 00:30 than I am between 00:30 and 00:59. (In reference to time.)

(I am Jack’s acceptance with open arms.)

I wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.

I wanted to destroy something beautiful.

I wanted to shred every feeling of worthlessness that weighed on my conscience. I wanted to bulldoze all the buildings that stood to keep me caged. I wanted to infect every ungrateful excuse for human life that dared to challenge me. I wanted to burn every job I’d ever worked. I wanted to eliminate all the big words I’d never get to use in conversation. I wanted to end something before it begun.

I want to feel nothing. I want to control what I have no right touching. I want to stop torturing myself for the sake of my own construction of perfection. I want to take back every obvious moment of superiority and shatter it with my own hands. I want to cut along my veins with every word I wish I hadn’t said. I want to devolve into a superhuman state. I want to hate others more than I hate myself. I want to wipe out every conservative self-serving leech in society, and burn down all the wonderful sites I’ll never get to see.

I am Jack’s detached moral involvement.

Again, I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.