can’t speak breath reason 

i am semi conscious unanchored 

desperation has disemboweled me 

made a stringy rope 

there is no reason to continue

i cannot see. the darkness is complete 

whatshouldwecallme:

When I’m not high:

When I am:

Somewhere in my Law School Personal Statement rough, rough draft: 

“I remember having read The Old Man and Sea as an assignment for my Pre-AP English class in 10th grade over the summer break. I was brimming when I arrived in class, I was in love with Hemmingway, in love with the shark, in love with the tragedy. The process of annotation, careful analysis of what the lions were to Santiago, the characterization of Sea and its mulitple ramifications. The process of digging, excising, pouring over minutiae to garner a more precise understanding, it was thrilling. It’s still thrilling.” 

to http://iwl.me/s/d7939cdb, a website called I Write Like, my rants are in the style of David Foster Wallace and my most heartfelt treatises in the style of Dan Brown (a writer of thrillers (davinci code, etc.)). 

wtf