Jun 06, 2008 17:24
It's funny how i never realised i was alone until you came along.
Now everbody that talks to me, their words mean nothing in comparison to yours.
Sometimes this is words AT you and sometimes this is words for you.
But its all yours.
My brain is littered with words that aren't mine.
Writing them on to paper means i can give them back to whom they belong.
But they're left in the lost and found.
Never cl/m aimed. never owned.
Unwanted, orphan words.
Their parent's d/f e(a)d [up].
I'm fed up with fighting with people who don't understand my point of view.
I'm fed up of meeting people who think they knOW(N) you.
im fed up.