A page of poetry that I read today that seemed like someone had mockingly transcribed my thoughts

from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, by Tao Lin:

“as a teenager i experienced existential despair as an unsexy sensation
of repressed orgasm in the chest; today i experience existential despair
as a distinct sensation of wanting to lecture you
on how i am better than you, without crushing your hopes and dreams
if this is about to become a social situation i’ll be right back
my unit of communication is the 200-page novel
always remember that i am better than you, according to me
small feelings of permanence later get wrapped and sold on amazon”

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