Nov 18, 2005 22:51
I wave my hand back and forth for almost an hour...trying to find some sense of gracefulness in myself. Yeah sure, I'm a little drunk, but honestly everyone encounters this drug at one point or another. Suddenly I am full of questions and all I want to do is talk and talk which is totally unlike me, but it all comes out differently when we have our truth syrum(sp).
I wonder sometimes how time can move backwords and forwards and you know you have no control over it, one minute your life is going okay and the next you don't even know what happened but you are suddenly off the cool list. In america it all seems like a social status competition. How many friends do you have, who do you know..what kind of career are you going for. Fuck you.
Depression is a common disease that we can all cure with a visit to the annoying frail man with a nasal problem and a degree, just one little pill and you too can forget who you are, there's nothing like it...just give it a try and then tell us what you think!!!!
The truth...the truth can be such a hurtful thing. people I know talking about me but not using my name as if they wouldn't know. HELLO. If you're going to say it in the first place then just fucking say it out loud...use my name, say every little thing that creeps along your mind and do not fear what it will bring. Be bold in a bitter way, I don't give a fuck...but do not use me in some mellow-dramatic way as if to give your life secrets.
Oh yeah, you gotta love that lj. Like a community of people just waiting for you to fuck up.