I’m reading House of Leaves
By Mark Z. Danielewski
Suggested by a friend
It’s kind of fucked up. I like it
Like demonic imagery
And dreams where I am falling
I can’t explain myself
So I will not pretend
If our conversations aren’t inspired
I’ll kill them quickly. I am not some sort of liar
I’ll just mumble that I’m tired
And I'm tired of being alone

But that shit’s all my fault
I’ve always been reclusive
The moment something good comes up, I push it straight away
Taabish, I suck. Taabish, I’m sorry
I hope that Boston isn’t awful
And that Canada’s the same

And sometimes I feel like I’m on fire
Tobias Funke, why am I not underwater?
And I’m always cranky when I’m tired
And I’m tired of being alone
And I’m reaching for the phone
Thank god you aren’t alone