inquiries past white lies, yellow teeth ©  

this loneliness won't leave me alone.
It’s lonely out in space.

I’m stupid. My dad’s a junkie. I’m stupid. I can’t talk to people. I’m stupid. I don’t feel. I’m stupid. I’m too anxious. I’m stupid. I get too mad too easily. I’m stupid. Sex scares me. I’m stupid. I’m afraid of being wrong. I’m stupid. I remember all the times my dad tried to kill my mom, and it keeps me up at night. I’m stupid. Her bruises, broken bones, loose teeth, blood, black eyes. I’m stupid. I always forget that sadness is never really gone. I wish I had a real dad. I’m stupid. 

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time

till touch down brings me round again to find I’m not the man they think I am at home.


The Room (Tommy Wiseau, 2003)

(via dario-argento)


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