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Jun 24, 2005 23:31

i'm gonna have strange dreams tonight. i don't want to sound like i'm bellyaching, but my belly really does ache.
it aches because it's empty.
i'm hungry.
i'm tired.
i'm bored.
i'm lonely.
i'm unmotivated.
i'm depressed.
i'm confused.
i'm exhausted.
i'm frustrated.
i'm guilty.
i'm sorry.

i didn't know i was running out of wit,
but i'm at wit's end. i have counted two
thousand five hundred and thirteen
straws, and this is the last. the needle
in the haystack broke the camel's back.
spin this straw into gold.

i'm itchy.
i'm oily.
i'm dirty.
i'm uncomfortable.

i'm negative.
i ache.

it's only so long you can go on feeling like you're covered in bugs
-a week?
-before your will is broken and you accept that you are covered in bugs
-even though you probably aren't
-probably

i cannot feel complex emotions
i cannot remember a thing
i cannot
i cannot

i hate tiny bugs
tiny buggers
tiny lil' bugaroos
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