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i dont hate myself, naturally. if i hated myself that much id honestly probably be better off dead. i dont want to be dead or unhappy, and neither does the rest of the world. i hate those who try to make me hate myself if you get what i mean. most of the time theyre busy being assholes all by themselves and jerking off in their rooms but sometimes it really hurts and im getting sick of it. go home and blow you head off, we dont want you here.
ou laura is eating ramen ^_^
yea that was completely random.
k so anyways yea a lot of shits been going on. good stuff, yes, but shit as well. i have a new addiction once again called the mountain goats. they are good so go listen to them. now. and thanks katy for enlightening me >.<
getting over something- anything, really-is one of the hardest things well ever have to do. im learning that.
i woke you up at four this morning
to whimper and to whine
to hear myself through spit and crackle
of a poor long distance line
12 clever ways to say i love you
with words that always fail
hang up and light a cigarette
sit waiting for the mail
some flyers from department stores
another get rich plan
a bill or two, some shampoo, and a
note from ed mcmann
although youll always be the one in which i will confide
sometimes youre the razor on my
private water slide
by the way, i got your letter yesterday
it said theres no need to be sad
it said that some things would never ever change
but that some already had
and id heard it from the corner of my ear
how that voice makes things right
and im sure theres something more than memory
across the Maryland bridge tonight
how ominous these undercurrents
they crowd me now it seems
and every time i meet you in the darkness of my dreams
its likely that ill turn around and parody myself
imagine were in different places
pretend were someone else
i can be J. Edgar Hoover
you be JFK
as power hungry egocentrics
we'll paper fight the nights away
sometimes you’re my nemesis
when I am paranoid
sometimes I have doubts and worries
too strong to avoid
and by the way, i got your letter yesterday
it said theres no need to be sad
it said that some things would never ever change
but that some already had
and id heard it from the corner of my ear
how that voice makes things right
and im sure theres something more than memory across the maryland bridge tonight
Maryland bridge tonight
i was listening to that song when i saw jacob for the first time since everything. it seems oddly fitting in a way....
ou laura is eating ramen ^_^
yea that was completely random.
k so anyways yea a lot of shits been going on. good stuff, yes, but shit as well. i have a new addiction once again called the mountain goats. they are good so go listen to them. now. and thanks katy for enlightening me >.<
getting over something- anything, really-is one of the hardest things well ever have to do. im learning that.
i woke you up at four this morning
to whimper and to whine
to hear myself through spit and crackle
of a poor long distance line
12 clever ways to say i love you
with words that always fail
hang up and light a cigarette
sit waiting for the mail
some flyers from department stores
another get rich plan
a bill or two, some shampoo, and a
note from ed mcmann
although youll always be the one in which i will confide
sometimes youre the razor on my
private water slide
by the way, i got your letter yesterday
it said theres no need to be sad
it said that some things would never ever change
but that some already had
and id heard it from the corner of my ear
how that voice makes things right
and im sure theres something more than memory
across the Maryland bridge tonight
how ominous these undercurrents
they crowd me now it seems
and every time i meet you in the darkness of my dreams
its likely that ill turn around and parody myself
imagine were in different places
pretend were someone else
i can be J. Edgar Hoover
you be JFK
as power hungry egocentrics
we'll paper fight the nights away
sometimes you’re my nemesis
when I am paranoid
sometimes I have doubts and worries
too strong to avoid
and by the way, i got your letter yesterday
it said theres no need to be sad
it said that some things would never ever change
but that some already had
and id heard it from the corner of my ear
how that voice makes things right
and im sure theres something more than memory across the maryland bridge tonight
Maryland bridge tonight
i was listening to that song when i saw jacob for the first time since everything. it seems oddly fitting in a way....