great...
life sucks
there's something wrong, and i don't know what it is. things with garry seem different, but i don't know how its just this ebbing pain in the back of my mind.
mom mom just screamed at me for a while. that wasn't fun. apparently i think of no one but myself....because i stood too close to my father for a second.
my dad called me a selfish little...and i'm sure the next word was supposed to be bitch...my mother screamed at me for thinking that too.
so...basically life is really crappy.
i'm unhappy and i don't know why.
later
koda
oh...ps
"Ramona, come closer,
Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines.
Your cracked country lips,
I still wish to kiss,
As to be under the strength of your skin.
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
But it grieves my heart, love,
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist.
It's all just a dream, babe,
A vacuum, a scheme, babe,
That sucks you into feelin' like this." --bob dylan
i wish someone would try and cheer me up like that
there's something wrong, and i don't know what it is. things with garry seem different, but i don't know how its just this ebbing pain in the back of my mind.
mom mom just screamed at me for a while. that wasn't fun. apparently i think of no one but myself....because i stood too close to my father for a second.
my dad called me a selfish little...and i'm sure the next word was supposed to be bitch...my mother screamed at me for thinking that too.
so...basically life is really crappy.
i'm unhappy and i don't know why.
later
koda
oh...ps
"Ramona, come closer,
Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines.
Your cracked country lips,
I still wish to kiss,
As to be under the strength of your skin.
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
But it grieves my heart, love,
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist.
It's all just a dream, babe,
A vacuum, a scheme, babe,
That sucks you into feelin' like this." --bob dylan
i wish someone would try and cheer me up like that