Mar 14, 2005 23:57
no destination
a blinking cursor trailing
my every thought
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Confessions:
I buy more food than I can eat
I tell people things are going well
when I never had it hard
I can't see past exteriors
even though I cherise the inside
I stare in the mirror all the time
I can often be trite and selfish
and bit nuerotic too
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I look in the mirror now and all I see is mask covering the man inside. It's these clothes too, these socks, these shoes, these glasses. I feel like a the limitied edition Brian R. Erickson doll.
BRE FIGRNE
LTD EDITION
IN THE BOX!!!!
Nothing around me feels right. I had moved so I wouldn't be bored. 'The move' didn't fix the feeling, I'm just that figurine sitting on a different shelf staring at a different couch, tv, and dinner table. I litterely feel suffocated every day when I learn more about the world. I tried to link the feeling to ciggarettes, but I knew that couldn't be it. Anyways. I'll explain more later. I have to think more.