Oct 18, 2006 19:33
ah the good old feeling of dying. how firmillier you are. when at any moment you could be laughing or crying or gone. I've almost missed it, but not much. I think it makes me sad how when this feeling arises the little man it the back of my head just kind of looks at it and says 'welcome back. We've missed you.'
I haven't missed it... but maybe he has... it probably keeps him company.
i want so badly to be in a good mood that i could kill my self for a giggle on the other side.
I should be happy, i've got no reason to be sad... though come to think of it.. i see no reason to be happy... but i don't want to be sad, so i'm not. but i've got no reason to be happy, so i'm not. what am i? Irritated? -Only with my mother, though i don't know why. frusterated? -only with myself and only when i think about it. Tired? -always, but i suppose no more than usual. than what am i?
nothing.
i am never anything.
that's not true.
I'm ugly, and a dissapointment, and useless, and grotesque, and bothersome, and annoying.
See, i'm lots of things.
At least we know i exist.
unfortuantly, we know i exist.