Anonymous asked: I think I'm going to be alone forever. Why don't people like me?
Who says being alone forever is a bad thing? It’s all about perspective, son. The grass is always greener. You’ll find someone eventually, but until you do, walk around in your underwear and drink from the milk carton that only serves one and wear stupid looking clothes that don’t fit and tell everyone who’ll listen to go fuck themselves. Then when that perfect person finds you and falls in love with you make them woo you out of the dark with a handful of raw meat and wrestle you to the ground like some sort of goddamn animal and suffer the bites and bloody scratches to the face while they try to get ahold of the hard won scruff at your neck and make you come to dinner on time and stand up straight and wear nice clothes and shower often and smell good and teach you to talk and say please and thank you until the wheel turns and the hammer falls and the days pass and the nights drain away and you fall asleep in each other’s arms with the windows open and the stars burning down from the cold heavens and you feel the warmth of your lover against you and the heartbeat in their chest and they trust you because they know who you are, but they don’t, they don’t really know who you are, who you were, who you always will be, for you remember what it was like to be wild, to be free, to be an animal who wore shitty clothes and screamed obscenities at strangers and frightened children and laughed in the faces of those who held their “feelings” close before you were wooed from the dark and fed well and put on a few too many pounds and caught a mortgage and made a couple kids and stopped scrawling secret messages on walls and bathroom stalls because who ever reads those things anyway, no one really, no one but people like you before you made yourself forget that there were secrets you shared with those you had never met and never would and that was okay, that was perfect, that was pure, you lived in a world that was bigger than just a fenced in suburban yard in a town you never really thought about living in before you suddenly did and the new “Cheery Buttercup Yellow” paint job on the walls can’t hide the fact that every day you feel like those walls are closing in inch by inch and you get up in the middle of the night with a thirst and you stumble to the kitchen and catch yourself actually pouring your milk into a glass made of real glass and you suddenly wonder where it all went wrong and how could this happen how could you let this happen and question why you thought you ever wanted something like this instead of those thick evil wonderful nights spent howling your soul into the black and you peer out into the dark of your carefully trimmed yard only to see the shadows scattered by the orange streetlights beyond and you drink the milk out of the glass made of glass and put the cap back on the plastic family friendly gallon jug and trudge back upstairs to where your true love sleeps in a bed that cost more than you used to make in a year and before slipping into a dark dreamless sleep a haunting thought spreads its leathery wings in the dim basement of your brain and you realize you finally got exactly what you wanted and what you deserved and it’s too late to undo it or give it back. There’s nothing wrong with being alone, friend. Pay attention. Remember this time. Years from now you’ll realize this life you’re leading was something that didn’t last forever. Also, people probably don’t like you because you smell weird. Try a new deodorant! - Bley