Manic Depression... Or something like it. Check it out, man(woman).
I thought that Diazepam would make the 7th come by way quicker.
Why do I want HER so much? Fucking pills. Don't talk to me!
Well, my thoughts were to no avail.
It's the 5th now. My dad's birthday. I don't really care.
That's all the pills are doing.
My "interest" just seems to totally ignore me.
Wow. As if thats something new.
Now I know just how fitting the title of my journal is.
If everyone isn't sick enough of my so-called poetry, let me give it another try...
The alphabet seemed kinder now.
My Brain wanted to adapt to its neon colours.
Japanese paper beds scream for me to lie still.
Push the button, and i'm up again.
The computer monitor stares at me blankly.
It keeps reminding me of how much of an idiot I really am.
The pills made me ask her to prom.
Mixed results.
Yes.
Maybe...
No!
Going all Cobain on myself really seems pathetic.(For such a small thing)
After all, Alice still waits for me, the caterpillar with his hookah.
The mad hatter still wants to share a cup of tea.
The queen of Hearts still wants my head off.
James continues to offer me a bite of his peach.
Aslan reminds me that soldiers fight lost battles with more tenacity.
Door offers me passage to my dying day.
Gibreel Farishta urges me to pull the trigger.
George wants me to try his medicine.(Which I am doubtful of)
And well, as the pilot, i still look at the stars, waiting for my friend,
the little prince to come home.
Or for me to join him.(All it takes is 300mg of Diazepam, or a head full of buckshot.)
You guys decide.
I'm definitely not up to it.
Someone just end it please.
Darwin said i came from a monkey. I'm this (---) close to believing that.
How stupid can a real person be?
What is escape?
Letter V of the neon alphabet, and the letters L.S.D. of the electric Kool Aid acid test.
Escape.
End.
End.
Pulse rate dying down.
Girls are the deadliest things. I'm lucky to have some good ones as friends..