May 09, 2005 19:25
lifted. cut and pasted. ripped off myself.
i don't want you to hate me for this, but i don't want you to end up a statistic either.
yer fuckin' better than that. but there's nothing else i can say to convince you of that.
and you know how i hate being so muthafuckin' cliche.
she made me cry last night and i don't know why.
i was too honest in a drunken conversation and now feel sick to my stomach when i think about what i said. even though its all in my broken head and in reality its nothing/nothing/nothing.
im such a fuckin' colloquilism that it makes me wanna vomit everything i shouldn't have consumed today.
i don't wanna give it all up. i just want to stop pretending.
i am the cocaine cinderella. i am easy. i am scared. i am paranoid. i am irrational. i am everything i have ever and never wanted to be.
thats who the fuck i think i am.