S.o.C. Puppet
A) You're a goddamn douche. Is this what heartbreak feels like? I don't think it is, but it still makes me want to cry whenever I dwell on it. Fuck you, fuck your leading on, fuck your regression whenever you touch the bottle. Thanks for proving my subconscious premonition promptings right. I'd give up on you but I'm still desperate for you to be my friend. Gonna go cry now.
B) You know how I said you were insulting? You were. And you are. ALL THE TIME. This is why no one likes you. You try to live their lives for them and you're wrong and I can't tell you how wrong you are. Go break up already, everyone wants it. GOD.
C) I'm sorry. I feel like my own sadness is no where near where yours is but yet do you still have to try to make everything about you? And why does everything mine become yours?
D) As I rely on you more and more I can't help but feel that I'm backsliding cause my feelings for you haven't really changed you're. Just. There. And that makes it easy. If I have a better match I'd use it? But I'm pretty sure that's more an insult than a consolation.
I've been rearranging my myspace page lately just because it has more fields to define myself in that a facebook profile. My latest attempt is to write about myself only in quotations from my most liked songs and their titles. It's an interesting work in progress.
The future gives me panic attacks. It's 50/50 I'll stay here this semester and get a full time job to start paying for last semester because FUCK FINANCIAL AID. I'ma go cry now from a combination of the drugs, the depression, and the weather. I thank god none of my really good friends judge me for my coping mechanisms, instead they just accept it and try to help me past them. If thay didn't at this point I'm sure I would have killed myself. And no, that's not a subtle dig at all towards the people who do judge me for it then wonder why I don't trust tham or invite them places.^
B) You know how I said you were insulting? You were. And you are. ALL THE TIME. This is why no one likes you. You try to live their lives for them and you're wrong and I can't tell you how wrong you are. Go break up already, everyone wants it. GOD.
C) I'm sorry. I feel like my own sadness is no where near where yours is but yet do you still have to try to make everything about you? And why does everything mine become yours?
D) As I rely on you more and more I can't help but feel that I'm backsliding cause my feelings for you haven't really changed you're. Just. There. And that makes it easy. If I have a better match I'd use it? But I'm pretty sure that's more an insult than a consolation.
I've been rearranging my myspace page lately just because it has more fields to define myself in that a facebook profile. My latest attempt is to write about myself only in quotations from my most liked songs and their titles. It's an interesting work in progress.
The future gives me panic attacks. It's 50/50 I'll stay here this semester and get a full time job to start paying for last semester because FUCK FINANCIAL AID. I'ma go cry now from a combination of the drugs, the depression, and the weather. I thank god none of my really good friends judge me for my coping mechanisms, instead they just accept it and try to help me past them. If thay didn't at this point I'm sure I would have killed myself. And no, that's not a subtle dig at all towards the people who do judge me for it then wonder why I don't trust tham or invite them places.^