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this computer is literally mocking me today, an error is almost like a real life rejection and today is the day i can take it. i'm left wondering if you need me; a song played on my boss's radio this morning when it was still snowing, and i sat down beside the filing cabinet and thought about her and how her opinions and close to friends are so constant. my best friend, god, have i lost her? do you need me in your life, how nice it would be to feel needed.
how nice it would be to feel wanted.
another teenage friend deprivation syndrome, we're all lonely, we're all miserable, this isn't me, or these aren't my own feelings, this is obviously the feeling of an entire generation. but i'm not buying into what you're saying; my feelings are my own and they're not that of a lost teenage girl attempting to find herself. in a year i can drop this label and it can switch to that of a bitter twenty something.
i feel stable today but i still need you. the wind outside isn't what it used to be, thankful for this but biased toward this STILL fucking cold. it just wont leave.
in my dreams last night i rode in a car with an exboyfriend's mother, and she drove us off of the cliff near his house: i felt what it felt like to die i thought: ive never been so grateful to wake the fuck up.
in other news: my hair doesn't look the same as it did when i got it cut. the red is fading and the layers are hard as sin to manage on my own. fucking fuck this hairdresser and her haircutting crimes.
how nice it would be to feel wanted.
another teenage friend deprivation syndrome, we're all lonely, we're all miserable, this isn't me, or these aren't my own feelings, this is obviously the feeling of an entire generation. but i'm not buying into what you're saying; my feelings are my own and they're not that of a lost teenage girl attempting to find herself. in a year i can drop this label and it can switch to that of a bitter twenty something.
i feel stable today but i still need you. the wind outside isn't what it used to be, thankful for this but biased toward this STILL fucking cold. it just wont leave.
in my dreams last night i rode in a car with an exboyfriend's mother, and she drove us off of the cliff near his house: i felt what it felt like to die i thought: ive never been so grateful to wake the fuck up.
in other news: my hair doesn't look the same as it did when i got it cut. the red is fading and the layers are hard as sin to manage on my own. fucking fuck this hairdresser and her haircutting crimes.