I remember the days when I was young. I would search for enjoyment in all the most unlikely places. Always looking for something to find that would give me a thrill, a spine tingling sensation. I used to always look for the next incredible movie, or music, or ideas. Even when I was brooding I would feel as though it was a just a passing feeling. The vast emporium of life’s wonders was going to take effect, progressively. Now that I am older it feels like I will only feel that brooding feeling. That ugly hallow like echo in my head. All the searching for fulfillment in my life has left me wanting, more and more and more. Now I’ve become tolerant of those emotions. I want more but it just leaves me emptier and emptier. I don’t even know what it is, what it is that makes me feel good, but I am searching for it.

I stopped listening to Sonic Youth to hear this Weeb shit? Fuck that.