I’m reading House of Leaves
By Mark Z. Danielewski
Suggested by a friend
It’s kind of f*cked up. I like it
Like demonic imagery
And dreams where I am falling
I can’t explain myself
So I will not pretend
If our conversations aren’t inspired
I’ll kill them quickly. I am not some sort of liar
I’ll just mumble that I’m tired
And I'm tired of being alone
But that sh*t’s all my fault
I’ve always been reclusive
The moment something good comes up, I push it straight away
Taabish, I suck. Taabish, I’m sorry
I hope that Boston isn’t awful
And that Canada’s the same
And sometimes I feel like I’m on fire
Tobias Funke, why am I not underwater?
And I’m always cranky when I’m tired
And I’m tired of being alone
And I’m reaching for the phone
Thank god you aren’t alone