You and Me and the Devil Makes 3
I'm in such a horrible mood it's not even funny, I don't even have words to describe this feeling. And I wish I could do something to change for the better as a human being, but at the moment it seems to be as far away from me as Japan is. Shit. I hate this. Though I'm not actually that angry. This is a combination of depression, self-hatred, helplessness, pain, and yeah annoyance. Something that makes you to want to smash your keyboard, hit your head against the wall, crawl underneath your bed and never get out, fall inside a black hole.
I hate that fucking horrible killerheadache I had yesterday, made me want to cry in all its awfulness when I tried to sleep, and it still echoes in my head and makes me feel sick and my shoulders & neck hurt too. SO I had to eat and I can't excercise at all. I start to think that I might have some sort of a deadly illness because of this. And I feel like my head is going to explode, I'm going to explode, because I can't get out of here. I feel the lowest of the low, and tomorrow is my goddamn birthday, I'm not in Japan, I'm fatter than I have ever been, and I have an exam of Chinese Foreign Policy out of all things!!! These might sound like petty things to complain about, but my journal, my bitching, my stupid life, so there.
Marilyn Manson is a fucking genius.
You and Me and the Devil Makes 3
I'm just like rolling a stone up
A hill in Hades
If you want to lie with me
You're going to be a liar
Hell-flavored, I've got mood poisoning
You must be something that I hate
I'm just a prison of property
Buckets full of better misery
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
Murdercute happyrape
Murdercute happy, happy, happyrape
Killer
Murdercute happyrape
Murdercute happy, happy, happyrape
Killer
Watch out your face
My sperm's cold as ice
Bouquet of knives,
Killer
Watch out your face
My sperm's cold as ice
Bouquet of knives,
Killer
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
1-2-3
1-2-3
If you get in bed someone will fall in love
You and me and the devil makes 3
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
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I want to write something bizarre and sad and lonely with bitter hopefulness, always when I must do something else!, but I must get back to Chinese Foreign Policy <3
I seriously hope there's something good coming after all this. I have achieved many things, though it doesn't feel like it, but I still feel horrible for wanting more. Well not that much. I'm a selfish bastard who has low self-esteem, who dreams about silly things and wallows in self-pity, who always wants and does nothing. Though I really can't stand this. With all this madness going on here, I do feel that a small part of me is a genius. I guess it's a good thing that when I reach some sort of a boiling point, I start to amuse myself no matter what. Oh shit it's already past midnight.
I hate that fucking horrible killerheadache I had yesterday, made me want to cry in all its awfulness when I tried to sleep, and it still echoes in my head and makes me feel sick and my shoulders & neck hurt too. SO I had to eat and I can't excercise at all. I start to think that I might have some sort of a deadly illness because of this. And I feel like my head is going to explode, I'm going to explode, because I can't get out of here. I feel the lowest of the low, and tomorrow is my goddamn birthday, I'm not in Japan, I'm fatter than I have ever been, and I have an exam of Chinese Foreign Policy out of all things!!! These might sound like petty things to complain about, but my journal, my bitching, my stupid life, so there.
Marilyn Manson is a fucking genius.
You and Me and the Devil Makes 3
I'm just like rolling a stone up
A hill in Hades
If you want to lie with me
You're going to be a liar
Hell-flavored, I've got mood poisoning
You must be something that I hate
I'm just a prison of property
Buckets full of better misery
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
Murdercute happyrape
Murdercute happy, happy, happyrape
Killer
Murdercute happyrape
Murdercute happy, happy, happyrape
Killer
Watch out your face
My sperm's cold as ice
Bouquet of knives,
Killer
Watch out your face
My sperm's cold as ice
Bouquet of knives,
Killer
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the devil makes 3
You and me
1-2-3
1-2-3
If you get in bed someone will fall in love
You and me and the devil makes 3
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
There's not a word for what I want to do to you
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I want to write something bizarre and sad and lonely with bitter hopefulness, always when I must do something else!, but I must get back to Chinese Foreign Policy <3
I seriously hope there's something good coming after all this. I have achieved many things, though it doesn't feel like it, but I still feel horrible for wanting more. Well not that much. I'm a selfish bastard who has low self-esteem, who dreams about silly things and wallows in self-pity, who always wants and does nothing. Though I really can't stand this. With all this madness going on here, I do feel that a small part of me is a genius. I guess it's a good thing that when I reach some sort of a boiling point, I start to amuse myself no matter what. Oh shit it's already past midnight.