Truer Words
well, been a while since i've posted
and not that anybody cares
but i'm broken,
but i'm still alive
( and those of you that know why i am specifically useinf
that phrase, i wish you would get in contact with me
or let me talk to you at some point)
but to end a phenomenally awful 2 week strand of increasing anger and depression
in a moment of weakness i try to talk to somebody
and upon being asked to talk to them honestly ( which is one of those things
people shuld be careful about asking for, cause i'll let them have it)
i end up not only remaning in a foul mood, but downing/angering them
so kudos to me i suppose
but anyway. as for the truer words, that have never been spoken?
You're not friends.
You'll never be friends.
You'll be in love 'til it kills you both.
You'll fight,
and you'll shag,
and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver,
but you'll never be friends.
Love isn't brains, children,
it's blood.
Blood screaming inside you to work its will.
and so here i am
after it
alone, partially due to my own doing,
partially because of the circumstances of my life
and the choice that i've made concerning it
what am i thinking?
what does it matter? i'm deletable and forgettable anyway
it's amazing how much something seemingly so trivial can affect
somebody. you just kidna have to realize that the way you're being
forced to feel now, is the way that you've made others feel
in similar situations
and if you still wanted to know what i am thinking, the way
you used to oh so adoreably and adamantly used to inquire
then i wouldnt have to try to talk about you in my lj,
would i?
and not that anybody cares
but i'm broken,
but i'm still alive
( and those of you that know why i am specifically useinf
that phrase, i wish you would get in contact with me
or let me talk to you at some point)
but to end a phenomenally awful 2 week strand of increasing anger and depression
in a moment of weakness i try to talk to somebody
and upon being asked to talk to them honestly ( which is one of those things
people shuld be careful about asking for, cause i'll let them have it)
i end up not only remaning in a foul mood, but downing/angering them
so kudos to me i suppose
but anyway. as for the truer words, that have never been spoken?
You're not friends.
You'll never be friends.
You'll be in love 'til it kills you both.
You'll fight,
and you'll shag,
and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver,
but you'll never be friends.
Love isn't brains, children,
it's blood.
Blood screaming inside you to work its will.
and so here i am
after it
alone, partially due to my own doing,
partially because of the circumstances of my life
and the choice that i've made concerning it
what am i thinking?
what does it matter? i'm deletable and forgettable anyway
it's amazing how much something seemingly so trivial can affect
somebody. you just kidna have to realize that the way you're being
forced to feel now, is the way that you've made others feel
in similar situations
and if you still wanted to know what i am thinking, the way
you used to oh so adoreably and adamantly used to inquire
then i wouldnt have to try to talk about you in my lj,
would i?