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I'm still very confused. I wrote a poem today. I didn't bring it home, or i'd post it. But I didn't, so I suppose it doesn't matter anyways. Nothing ever really matters, does it? Nope, not really. We're all just dumb fuckers walking around in this world that we will never understand.
Ever had one of those times when you wake up from a dream, and think it's real? Do, you ever think, that when you die, Someone will wake up, and have just dreampt up your whole life, and now you're just someone else's bad dream? Wouldn't that be crazy? Do you think that when you die, it just goes black?
But, it doesn't really matter, does it?
No, not really.
I'm back to one of "fuck love" moods, and i'm totally fucking serious this time. I'm so fucking sick of people tearing my heart to pieces. Fuck this shit, and Fuck everyone. I'm totally fucking sick of being shoved aside, and pissed on like i'm some piece of shit who is not worthy of love. Maybe i'm not, but don't go and fucking tell me i am, then prove me right over and over. I've already come to accept this, i dont need anyone to tell me how fucking easy it is to let me go. How easy it is to forget about me. Even when you told me how fucking great i am, NO NO NO NO. Never, of course, not for me. I told you over and over again. And i believed you when you said you loved me, and here i sit, i the verge of tears. FUCKING AGAIN.
"I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time, everything is 3D, blasphemy, my eyes are red and gold, my hair is standing straight up, this is not the way i pictured me, I can't control my shakes, how the hell did, i get here, something about this, so very wrong, i have to laugh out loud, i wish i didn't like this, is it a dream or a memory"
"I have sinned by just making my mind up and taking your breath away"
Ever had one of those times when you wake up from a dream, and think it's real? Do, you ever think, that when you die, Someone will wake up, and have just dreampt up your whole life, and now you're just someone else's bad dream? Wouldn't that be crazy? Do you think that when you die, it just goes black?
But, it doesn't really matter, does it?
No, not really.
I'm back to one of "fuck love" moods, and i'm totally fucking serious this time. I'm so fucking sick of people tearing my heart to pieces. Fuck this shit, and Fuck everyone. I'm totally fucking sick of being shoved aside, and pissed on like i'm some piece of shit who is not worthy of love. Maybe i'm not, but don't go and fucking tell me i am, then prove me right over and over. I've already come to accept this, i dont need anyone to tell me how fucking easy it is to let me go. How easy it is to forget about me. Even when you told me how fucking great i am, NO NO NO NO. Never, of course, not for me. I told you over and over again. And i believed you when you said you loved me, and here i sit, i the verge of tears. FUCKING AGAIN.
"I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time, everything is 3D, blasphemy, my eyes are red and gold, my hair is standing straight up, this is not the way i pictured me, I can't control my shakes, how the hell did, i get here, something about this, so very wrong, i have to laugh out loud, i wish i didn't like this, is it a dream or a memory"
"I have sinned by just making my mind up and taking your breath away"