Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


105. Sunday, August 16th.

I don't know why, but when I'm happy, I feel the need to prove it to myself by dredging up the thing which makes me saddest, or worse yet, looking up that... thing. And, you know, it never fails to sadden me again, so does that make me truly happy? Who the hell knows. I just know that I'm kind of an idiot.


"And if you have to leave,

I wish that you would just leave

'Cause your presence still lingers here

and it won't leave me alone


These wounds won't seem to heal

the pain is just too real

there's just too much that time cannot erase."



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