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The question on my mind, but definatly not on yours is simply what am I feeling right now that makes my eyebrows heavy and my mind ever so dull. Is it just plain angry, is it me just pissed off, or is it something deeper like jealousy. Well while I was playing god (a.k.a. playing the SIMS) and listening to TOOL (which probably has something to do with all this) I have come to the conclusion that no matter how hard I try not to be, I am but an extremly selfish, jealous bitch who will never have children. Also I am very slowly becoming a harlet for almost all of my straight friends except the one that I want to sleep with. Well what can I say? Anyone want a girlfriend? That's what I figured. Along with all the above, I am losing all contact I have with my creativity and I havn't had a dream in more then a month. Is it too much T.V.? Too much god play (I do play that game way too much)? Do I just listen to my music too loud? I don't know and neither do you. The point that I'm trying despretly to leak from my fingers is that the last thing I need is a whacked up mother and a very unreliable friend. But it's not her fault she is unreliable, it's mine, I mean if I give her no reason to see me, then she won't, and it seems like the only thing she wants from me is a piece of my ass and for me to get AIM so she can talk to me all day from her cellphone. Am I but French'y harlet? Friend is getting harder and harder for me to say. Sorry Frenchy, since you are the only one reading this, I'm sorry sweety it's not your fault, it's mine. But be a doll for my selfish, jealous ass and pick up the slack, will you? Don't you fucking lie ("don't you step out of line, Now you sinned you must die, you must be crucified, good-bye") |
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Threw you he obvious and you flew with it on your back, a name in your recollection, thrown down amoung a million same. Difficult not to feel a little bit dissapointed and passed over when i've looked right through to see you naked but oblivious and you don't see me. But I threw you the obvious just to see if there was more behid the eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tradegy. Here I am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded, but I see, see through it all, see through, see you. So I threw you he obvious to see what are cast behind the eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tragedy oh well. Apparently nothing. Apparently nothing at all. You don't, you don't , you don't see me. You don't see me at all. |
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