Frustrations
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Frustration is my feeling of the month. I've turned ever corner on the street with a cup of coffee in my hand to find another mounting feeling of frustration. It's useless to fight it and even worse to ignore it, thinking it'll fade off my mind to distant dream lands where it'll stay. Frustration doesn't fade away, you have to deal with it. The person who said ignorance is bliss first was dealing with frustrations at the time. I'd love to give frustration a solid swift kick in the ass, as if that would do anything. My hands are tied, handcuffed, melted around frustration, at least they are for this month. Next month I might feel an over whelming sense of independence and feel sturdy on my own two feet. Last month I felt insane feelings of happiness and sexual content, no frustrations bothered me last month. Times are a changing, maybe it's the lack of touch, couldn't be I can be touched by him anytime we both feel like it and he always leave me feeling satisfied, lack of sleep? That's possible, lack of busy-work? No I've kept myself buried in writing, reading, things to further my own well-being. Frustration is just the feeling of the month.
I've been biting the skin of my lips, they are horribly torn apart. I do it absentmindedly, crazy ain't it? I know I shouldn't bite but I bite. I bite and I pull and sometimes my cracked poor lips bleed a little, it's a coppery taste that I don't at all enjoy but I lick them to keep them clean of the stain. A lot of people share this same habit so I don't feel so awful about it when I do it. I haven't heard any complaints about my kisses either. I started doing this years ago when a teacher in college asked our bad habits, a guy I was seeing at the time was sitting next to me and he offered up his bad habit, biting his lips. He showed me how he did it then and I picked it up, it was his transfer. He transferred that to me and I transferred my love of fine foods to him. Fine foods being pasta. Everyone gives transfers, a small crease in your blank paper of life. Once the transfer is complete we move on to start another one to another person, we will never finish transferring. I'll never finish taking transfers.
Why am I so awake right now? I wish I wasn't, I'd much rather have my head pushed in to my thick pillows, buried over the top in blankets to the point where finding me in them is an impossible task. Tomorrow I've got plans to leave LA and go back to the house that Nicky, Elisha, and I share and from there I'll take planes to New York, Florida, and then back to LA. I don't know why I wish to take these trips, just that I do. I don't have any reason for them, well I can do shopping in New York, warm up in Florida and meet Mickey Mouse, then LA is where I'll end it. It's no around the world in 80 days fieldtrip but it'll be calming to my poor blonde head. I should be packing right now, I'll do that tomorrow morning.
Frustration is my feeling of the month. I've turned ever corner on the street with a cup of coffee in my hand to find another mounting feeling of frustration. It's useless to fight it and even worse to ignore it, thinking it'll fade off my mind to distant dream lands where it'll stay. Frustration doesn't fade away, you have to deal with it. The person who said ignorance is bliss first was dealing with frustrations at the time. I'd love to give frustration a solid swift kick in the ass, as if that would do anything. My hands are tied, handcuffed, melted around frustration, at least they are for this month. Next month I might feel an over whelming sense of independence and feel sturdy on my own two feet. Last month I felt insane feelings of happiness and sexual content, no frustrations bothered me last month. Times are a changing, maybe it's the lack of touch, couldn't be I can be touched by him anytime we both feel like it and he always leave me feeling satisfied, lack of sleep? That's possible, lack of busy-work? No I've kept myself buried in writing, reading, things to further my own well-being. Frustration is just the feeling of the month.
I've been biting the skin of my lips, they are horribly torn apart. I do it absentmindedly, crazy ain't it? I know I shouldn't bite but I bite. I bite and I pull and sometimes my cracked poor lips bleed a little, it's a coppery taste that I don't at all enjoy but I lick them to keep them clean of the stain. A lot of people share this same habit so I don't feel so awful about it when I do it. I haven't heard any complaints about my kisses either. I started doing this years ago when a teacher in college asked our bad habits, a guy I was seeing at the time was sitting next to me and he offered up his bad habit, biting his lips. He showed me how he did it then and I picked it up, it was his transfer. He transferred that to me and I transferred my love of fine foods to him. Fine foods being pasta. Everyone gives transfers, a small crease in your blank paper of life. Once the transfer is complete we move on to start another one to another person, we will never finish transferring. I'll never finish taking transfers.
Why am I so awake right now? I wish I wasn't, I'd much rather have my head pushed in to my thick pillows, buried over the top in blankets to the point where finding me in them is an impossible task. Tomorrow I've got plans to leave LA and go back to the house that Nicky, Elisha, and I share and from there I'll take planes to New York, Florida, and then back to LA. I don't know why I wish to take these trips, just that I do. I don't have any reason for them, well I can do shopping in New York, warm up in Florida and meet Mickey Mouse, then LA is where I'll end it. It's no around the world in 80 days fieldtrip but it'll be calming to my poor blonde head. I should be packing right now, I'll do that tomorrow morning.