I feel like I grow too familiar, even friendly
with disappointment, that my mind makes excuses
for a trespass that anesthesizes
a delicate mental concept.
And the sad thing is, it works.
I tire of responding with vitriol,
nerves too numb to complain,
lips too tired to speak against…
pretty much anything, really.
And to realize that this trailer culture
cannot entice me with anything new
is the worst thing i had to accept since
I failed high school math [and
Sara refused to be my prom date—
the disappointment was there but
(unlike the movies)
without the hype
and I’m not sorry for thinking that everything is a waste of time;
I wanted to meet new people, too.
— A. P.