It’s 4:27 and I can’t sleep.
I’ve been in my room for too many hours that at one point I started to feel nauseous.
I wanted to go out but I didn’t hit anyone up nor did anyone hit me up.
I’m broke, too.
I read a Batman comic. The Killing Joke. They say if you had to read a Joker comic, this is the one to read. And I did. It is excellent. Would recommend. I love ambiguous endings.
And I watched a Batman animated series episode. Mad Love. Based on the comic. Mad Love. And it makes me sad. Because Harley Quinn is a fucking idiot. Because she loves the fucking shit out of Joker and he doesn’t love her. He uses her and abuses her and hurts her emotionally and physically. Yet she always goes back to him.
I miss you. And you. And you. And ESPECIALLY you.
But you’re a fucking idiot. You’re Harley Quinn.
And you. Man, why’d you have to go? You’re so fucking cool and we coulda been so fucking cool doing fucking cool things together.
I’m really good at dwelling on stupid shit.
Wanted to do artsy stuff but I convinced myself not to. For some fucking reason.
Video games get old.
I’m afraid of post-grad life.
I fucking hate Twitter.
I say I’m okay and I’m not sure if I’m lying or not.
I tried to sleep at like 12. It’s now 4:44. Maybe I needed to get all this shit off my chest.