dont take me seriousley

and i won't take you seriously
because no one's serious
and its seriously saddening
to feel so sorrowfully selfish
in my own little solitude
of attempted self solidification and complaints

i feel like writing about how i feel like killing myself right now.
but i'm tired of it! and i don't know why i feel so terrible!
--but it pisses me off even more
how much of a fucking atypical asshole it makes me!

because being a teenager is wrong.
and being a human is wrong.
and thinking that being a human is wrong.
and liking that im a human is wrong.

because, well, everything like that is fucking wrong in my head.

the only thing i don't get mad at
is other people.

for whatever reason
i'm ok that they're human.
i think they're sweet, and precious
and simple, and misunderstood.

but what;
do i think im fucking better?

now that is fucking wrong.
im not better.
nor should i be.
is this just fucking striving for something? is that the problem?

is that why
you'll comment me
and try to explain to me
and enlighten me
because i threaten you?
because you think you know what's going on inside of my, or anybody else's head?
because you think that you're more intelligent and experienced?
because you're striving for something too?

nobody is as helpful to yourself as you are
and no one can enlighten you as much
because you're the only one who's ever lived your life
and taken things in the order they've come

there are so many circumstances
that make a different mind

and i can't talk down to you
or think down about you
or assume anything about you

even though i want too



exactly the same is impossible.
but fundamentally the same unavoidable.