pull the trigger and the nightmare stops.....
so, move to tahiti, or become an alcoholic? or both? i think both sounds spectacular. i told john that i'd agree to take up drinking professionally with his mom when his dad leaves the church. i think that would be fantastic. don't you? yes. i'm finding out that i don't really like people. i kind of knew all along that i didn't really like them all that much, but now i'm finding out to what extent. it's safe to say that 3/4 of my friends are driving me fucking mad.to those of you who are not, thank you. but for those of you who are, i hate my life, and i will be constantly re-evaluating and editing things so expect to receive a pink slip whenever i get around to writing them. i either need a vacation, or to move a long ways away. maybe i'm just pissed off at the world for being so fucking brutal.i have no job, the person i thought i was going to spend the rest of my life with dumped me, all of my friends are pairing off or being really annoying, and i'm in just a terrible mood. i'm sorry this post is so bitter and so whiny, but i honestly don't know what else to do with all of this bullshit. i mean, i can sit in my room and listen to the cure and cry for yesterday, but that won't get me real far. i know, cuz i already did it. pathetic aren't i? i believe i am going to close with a coheed and cambria song:
when you've gone about things all the wrong way burry them here,
with a life time you would never forget
in savoring sleep, what do you mean i toss and turn everywhere?
i'll miss you when you're gone in pretending that you meant the world to me
with that you'd call me a liar and in the making mistake you'll rest incomplete
(i'll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad, i write you in the letter that states
(i'll be moving on) when the new days begun forget your son when he's out on his own
when the hands read 7:30 and your night begins to sink in the short but faster fall
in the anxious but calm retort to mirror that frames your face baring the finest swell
when the day begins to break like the tears that run across your cheek
stand straight and imagine you then in the things and the way they could have been
when the thoughts they race across your chin here in the neverend
(i'll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad, i write you in the letter that states
(i'll be moving on) when the new days begun forget your son when he's out on his own
point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep here in there after the fire
(before you walk home) when the days found figuring will he be home again
(signal loss and stereo) with wide open windows will she be waiting for
(the sounds surround the overpass) with severed arm placement when the day's dark, old and dead
(a dead man against you) we'll write her a letter in a long time passing by...
(i'll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad, i write you in the letter that states
(i'll be moving on) when the new days begun forget your son when he's out on his own
point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep here in there after the fire
i'll be home to say i love you and i'll be moving on.
when you've gone about things all the wrong way burry them here,
with a life time you would never forget
in savoring sleep, what do you mean i toss and turn everywhere?
i'll miss you when you're gone in pretending that you meant the world to me
with that you'd call me a liar and in the making mistake you'll rest incomplete
(i'll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad, i write you in the letter that states
(i'll be moving on) when the new days begun forget your son when he's out on his own
when the hands read 7:30 and your night begins to sink in the short but faster fall
in the anxious but calm retort to mirror that frames your face baring the finest swell
when the day begins to break like the tears that run across your cheek
stand straight and imagine you then in the things and the way they could have been
when the thoughts they race across your chin here in the neverend
(i'll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad, i write you in the letter that states
(i'll be moving on) when the new days begun forget your son when he's out on his own
point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep here in there after the fire
(before you walk home) when the days found figuring will he be home again
(signal loss and stereo) with wide open windows will she be waiting for
(the sounds surround the overpass) with severed arm placement when the day's dark, old and dead
(a dead man against you) we'll write her a letter in a long time passing by...
(i'll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad, i write you in the letter that states
(i'll be moving on) when the new days begun forget your son when he's out on his own
point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep here in there after the fire
i'll be home to say i love you and i'll be moving on.