Once Again
A simple thread
light and clear
between the lines
of hope and fear
You and I
not bound by fate
nor everlasting
love and hate
Once again
it's defined me
Through the streaming
nothing to see
It's broken
yearning repair
it's love again
that we share.
Corny, I know.
Anyhow. ARG! I wish now was one of those times where I had nothing for other people's feelings. I wish I could just say what I wanted to say. I wish I could scream it to their face, tell them how I really feel. I wish I could just tell them to FUCK OFF. I'm so tired of trying to be nice and people being suprised when I start bitching. I am a bitch.
I can fully admit it.
I AM a bitch.
I'm tired of people being fake. FAKE FAKE FAKE FAKE. Fuckin' posers.
Ugh. I know who I am? Do you? I can tell you right now, who the fuck I am. I am an Americanized Vietnamese girl who grew up in a fuckin' traditional Asian home. I'm a 19 year-old, mediocre, bass guitar player. I play in a band that I'm not positive that I like the music we play. I tell myself I'm artistic and poetic when I know I'm not. I work in a pharmacy full of rich-bitches that I will later become. I tell myself I'm ugly and stupid. I look at myself in the mirror and I can find so many flaws that I wish I could change. I look for attention just as every other girl out there. I strive for the attention and the love of my significant other. I am a bitch to everyone else. I am nice, because I know I must be. I am nice, because I know it should be. I am nice, because I am. Piss me off and that grudge will hold. I'll forget about it for the time being, but with every annoyance... every fucking little thing will remind me why, when, where, and how I was pissed. And yet, I find myself to be the first one to take care of someone, to be Mother Theresa and heal the wounds of a broken heart (or boo-boo).
Fucking posers.
In summary, that's who I fucking am.
And through it all, my attitude is, I am better than everyone else. It's unconcious, but I know that's what drives me: I am better than the person next me. Better than what you think I am, can be, or will be. I am better now, than I was before.
~sigh~ Venting makes me feel so much better.
light and clear
between the lines
of hope and fear
You and I
not bound by fate
nor everlasting
love and hate
Once again
it's defined me
Through the streaming
nothing to see
It's broken
yearning repair
it's love again
that we share.
Corny, I know.
Anyhow. ARG! I wish now was one of those times where I had nothing for other people's feelings. I wish I could just say what I wanted to say. I wish I could scream it to their face, tell them how I really feel. I wish I could just tell them to FUCK OFF. I'm so tired of trying to be nice and people being suprised when I start bitching. I am a bitch.
I can fully admit it.
I AM a bitch.
I'm tired of people being fake. FAKE FAKE FAKE FAKE. Fuckin' posers.
Ugh. I know who I am? Do you? I can tell you right now, who the fuck I am. I am an Americanized Vietnamese girl who grew up in a fuckin' traditional Asian home. I'm a 19 year-old, mediocre, bass guitar player. I play in a band that I'm not positive that I like the music we play. I tell myself I'm artistic and poetic when I know I'm not. I work in a pharmacy full of rich-bitches that I will later become. I tell myself I'm ugly and stupid. I look at myself in the mirror and I can find so many flaws that I wish I could change. I look for attention just as every other girl out there. I strive for the attention and the love of my significant other. I am a bitch to everyone else. I am nice, because I know I must be. I am nice, because I know it should be. I am nice, because I am. Piss me off and that grudge will hold. I'll forget about it for the time being, but with every annoyance... every fucking little thing will remind me why, when, where, and how I was pissed. And yet, I find myself to be the first one to take care of someone, to be Mother Theresa and heal the wounds of a broken heart (or boo-boo).
Fucking posers.
In summary, that's who I fucking am.
And through it all, my attitude is, I am better than everyone else. It's unconcious, but I know that's what drives me: I am better than the person next me. Better than what you think I am, can be, or will be. I am better now, than I was before.
~sigh~ Venting makes me feel so much better.