Dear Ms. Leading,

I regret to inform you I've fallen out of lust.
It must be so hard to understand.
Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
And make believing everything you said was true
Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers

The Dear Hunter


War all the time.

I am becoming aware of the amount of people my age suffering from anxiety disorders and panic attacks.

At least half of my friends are on some sort of medication, whether it be an antidepressant or anti-anxiety shit.

What has happened in this world that 20 year olds are being drugged up just to get through the day?

It wasn't always like this.
This age group wasn't always the anxious, unhappy bunch that I am a part of now.
When did it change?


Ever judged someone before you knew them?
Ever watch the way they walk with their head down with their stupid haircut and unnatural dye job and shudder as their voice sinks through the air like a paper plane made by a blind kid?
Ever hated someone just because they took the person you wanted?
Ever find out that this person has a past worse than your sorry ass?

My foot is now jammed so far into my mouth that my teeth are leaving little bead indentations on my ankle, making a nice, ironic, self-loathing anklet.
A good example of what blindly hating can eventually do to your pride.

Where has humility gone?


"We can be negative and cynical or we can be charged and hotwired to find a way through it, over it, around it, under it.

What has led me here?

What has me up google-ing "cynical quotes" and looking at designer flat boots on in vain?

A shitty sleep schedule and numerous battles with my self-implosion.

It's what leads any of us here.
How do you overcome cynicism while still holding onto your pride?

I'm pretty sure my insides are black and resemble tar.
I don't even smoke cigarettes.