Bleh
I have such interesting titles. Everyone's so sad or feeling shitty or confused and I feel bad.
But I have come to a few conclusions about myeslf being the idiot hypocrite that i am.
I have no life. I am confused. I feel sick. My throat hurts like a motherfucking bitch. I don't feel like watching to stupid season finale to the stupid show that I'm in that I actually like to watch on occasion. I hate being confused. I hate it I hate everything. Well almost everything.
I wrote a poem at work today.
For so long I've hid it well
And never once did I fail
To cover my tracks
But that's all they were
Lies upon lies upon
Lies of nothing.
Hiding inside this stupid shell
And running away from everyone.
After one mistake you'd think I'd learn
To protect myself better rather than be scared.
But, you see, those mistakes were never learned
I'm still in the midst of them all
And they're all piling up
Up until they reach my capacity
And shatter into pieces. <
that is all
But I have come to a few conclusions about myeslf being the idiot hypocrite that i am.
I have no life. I am confused. I feel sick. My throat hurts like a motherfucking bitch. I don't feel like watching to stupid season finale to the stupid show that I'm in that I actually like to watch on occasion. I hate being confused. I hate it I hate everything. Well almost everything.
I wrote a poem at work today.
For so long I've hid it well
And never once did I fail
To cover my tracks
But that's all they were
Lies upon lies upon
Lies of nothing.
Hiding inside this stupid shell
And running away from everyone.
After one mistake you'd think I'd learn
To protect myself better rather than be scared.
But, you see, those mistakes were never learned
I'm still in the midst of them all
And they're all piling up
Up until they reach my capacity
And shatter into pieces. <
that is all