You are a Little Bit Happier Than I Am

Finally got around to reading it. It wasn't bad - there are some good lines and poems: "i lie on my bed and i wait for your phone call the only person in the world that i like my favorite person not god but just a person and i know you can't save me, you didn't create the universe in seven days you're just another person who isn't in love with me but maybe you can do something, still, i guess, and i want to murder you and myself" - spring break "and i don't think you should lie to me with any nature poems because you know you don't think sand is beautiful unless you're in a good mood; which you never are and i don't want any acknowledgement page because you don't have any friends" - my favorite book of poetry right now So, yeah, not bad. It just gets repetitive after a while when almost all his poems are about him being sad, him being sad over someone, HIM. I suppose this self-centeredness is his so-called style, and all the sad poems is him not "selling out" (my favorite book of poetry right now), but it's too much. Nobody is important enough to write a whole book of poetry on themselves. And perhaps he is in a constant state of depression but my life has ups and downs so I really can't relate to Tao Lin's ironically-sad collection.