A man with OCD has taken the Internet by storm with a poem about falling in love.
Another year that I have not succumbed to various death traps that have a microscopic possibility of occurring? It feels so hollow and empty. I feel like I should be overjoyed that it is my birthday. I think I would be happier if I just did not have a birthday. I am already stressed about how I am going to see both my mother and father, as well as trying to see my girlfriend. Am I just anticipating 30-80 people writing happy birthday on my facebook? Writing things back to them about how we should hangout, knowing we will not. Maybe I am just too pessimistic.
“I’m Going Down” - Vampire Weekend
I pull you close, but when we kiss I can feel a doubt, I remember back when we started my kisses used to turn you inside out
h story by nobuhiro suwa (still by eugenehl)
After the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving
Into the loneliest evening