YOu may think I'm crazy, you may think I'm a fag, but, I wrote without thinking, and it was easier.
Star that shit and bring that shit on because I don’t give a fuck if you know what I want or what yuou need me to be for yuorself and only for you and you alone. I want the only thing I can’t have and the past is ruining the only times I know cannot allow me to be what I want to be or where I need to see myself at in ten or eelvene fathroms of time with myself my by side in the mirror or the pool of the puddle of my destiney and time where I can’t see anything but black all around me and all I want is to sleep. Now to sleep alone and to sleep tffor a long time and to sleep without dreams or taking part in waking the slumber and the covers and warmth and all the things that I want to be alone for anow and to keep myself away from it all. Eyes closed eyes oepen with the only times only only only andnd an and and and all the same shit again over and over the cucle the circle and all the times repeart the shuffle the time the shuffle randmon but planned. Water and ixe to fire and steam to link the times the horses that run all over killer horses trampling the picket cfence and ignorgin the steam that bloods the vision sssssstheim the taime has come the time is always here the drama is always immenint the shit is always hitting the fan the shit is always going down and something new witll always keep us going we need conflict to keep us alive to keep us unboredor to keep us content even thought we NEVER WILL BE CONTESTNT WITH TANYTHING ALTL THAALL THE GHINS AT THE SAME TIMES They can can’t can’t be controlleit cannot be controlled the life we lead cannot be stopped it keeps fgoingoi and we need the others but we callways have ourself to thank for the shit we do for feeling fuilty for all the sthings we’ve done wrongs; the fdissapointment s of everythin opelse the screweups the typos, the shit we need to know.
Thankfully you won't analyze that or anything, journal. You don't even care what it says, come to think of it, LiveJournal. Did I go all modern art? Did I turn all emo? Am I asking myself questions in order to seem mysterious or dramatic?
Shut up you stupid journal.
Thankfully you won't analyze that or anything, journal. You don't even care what it says, come to think of it, LiveJournal. Did I go all modern art? Did I turn all emo? Am I asking myself questions in order to seem mysterious or dramatic?
Shut up you stupid journal.