I hate everything and everybody right now.
::Street Poetry:: by J. Quazi King
(via quazimottoonwax)
I hear people outside, and I see people walk by. But it feels like they don’t exist. It’s like when you’re watching a movie, and you only pay attention to the main characters—the extras in the background are irrelevant. You barely even notice them, they’re just a blur. I guess it’s like I’m the main star of my own film, the people who I meet are the supporting actors, and everyone else doesn’t matter.
