jheti | Lesser (Life)

She's so cheerful I want to kill her. I know, and she does not, that what twists this spark to savage life is my understanding that her pose is false. It's the falsest thing. It's her face to this world, good foot forward.

As this is mine.

I don't hate her. I'm sure she's a very nice person. She must be! She's so happy all the time.

I'm not unhappy. I'm finally satisfied, in some measure, and I've never been satisfied with anything before.

I feel most irritated because I cannot stand people who laugh when they should be screaming. Do yourself a favor and scream. It feels good. This face, this Jheti, she exists because I have been screaming back at life since before I had lungs enough to do it with.

"All you ever write is fight scenes!" <-- the males in my life at various points.

I have all the emotional range of a teaspoon. It's not a fucking secret. If I wasn't socially retarded, I wouldn't live and breathe the Internet.

Oh, my visionary people!
You don't need powerful binoculars to see

This is potentially the best song ever penned, because it sums up everything in the world that I believe about men. Ever.

But if the grievous deeds of the Floridian forces
Have not opened up your eyes
I will get down on my knees

AND I CAN BE THE HERO THAT YOU NEED ME TO BE!11

Sing it.

You do what you want to do
I cannot tell you how to feel