You know....
Today just seems to be another one of those days, where the only thing i want to do is either curl into a ball and sleep like a kitten or walk the cold snowy streets of Minneapolis, wandering aimlessly and crying my fricking eyes out... For no other reason than because I feel like it...
I have no fucking clue what brought any of this on... Cuz technically by all means i should (and am) estatic.... But there's just stuff that i haven't been dealing with... and It gets hard sometimes you know... This last year has been one fucked up but hell of a rollercoaster ride... I think, no i know i'll be fine but damn sometimes all i want to do is let it out you know... And none of you better give me that ullshit of "You can let it out any time you need to, I'm here..." I know you guys love me but to be honest there are only a very very select few who have ever seen how ugly it can get wehn i cry so hard i'm delirious...Only a few of you know what it's like to see me get up and walk away with my fists pressed to my eyes because i'm crying so hard... stumbling along the street that i've walked a hundred times before... and even fewer of you have watched me stumble back and crawl into bed so fucked up that i don't care how puffy my eyes are and how soaked the sleeves of my hoodie are...
I feel like I should do that again, but I have little to no time to myself... If I'm not at work, I just don't have the time... so until I either crack, or i do have the time (or space rather) to do it... I'll just deal
fuck... oh well atleast i have the simple things in life.. like music and DVDs...
You know I was feeling pretty poetic (again ) this morning... and 10 bucks to anyone who can figureout what i'm really talking about .... (just remember this is still a work in progress)
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She hated the smell of smoke
But when she took a drag from his cigarette
It more addictive than any tobacco product that money could buy
Her fixation and their addiction left the taste of ashes burning in her throat
Still she craved more
Puff by puff breath by breath she began shaving inches from her life
Toxic as only they could be
And little by little he would die
And he would watch as the girl would take in every poisonous breath as if it could be her last
Savoring the sweet victory of knowing that with him and his cigarette, she would never live to see tomorrow
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It is yet to be titled
I have no fucking clue what brought any of this on... Cuz technically by all means i should (and am) estatic.... But there's just stuff that i haven't been dealing with... and It gets hard sometimes you know... This last year has been one fucked up but hell of a rollercoaster ride... I think, no i know i'll be fine but damn sometimes all i want to do is let it out you know... And none of you better give me that ullshit of "You can let it out any time you need to, I'm here..." I know you guys love me but to be honest there are only a very very select few who have ever seen how ugly it can get wehn i cry so hard i'm delirious...Only a few of you know what it's like to see me get up and walk away with my fists pressed to my eyes because i'm crying so hard... stumbling along the street that i've walked a hundred times before... and even fewer of you have watched me stumble back and crawl into bed so fucked up that i don't care how puffy my eyes are and how soaked the sleeves of my hoodie are...
I feel like I should do that again, but I have little to no time to myself... If I'm not at work, I just don't have the time... so until I either crack, or i do have the time (or space rather) to do it... I'll just deal
fuck... oh well atleast i have the simple things in life.. like music and DVDs...
You know I was feeling pretty poetic (again ) this morning... and 10 bucks to anyone who can figureout what i'm really talking about .... (just remember this is still a work in progress)
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She hated the smell of smoke
But when she took a drag from his cigarette
It more addictive than any tobacco product that money could buy
Her fixation and their addiction left the taste of ashes burning in her throat
Still she craved more
Puff by puff breath by breath she began shaving inches from her life
Toxic as only they could be
And little by little he would die
And he would watch as the girl would take in every poisonous breath as if it could be her last
Savoring the sweet victory of knowing that with him and his cigarette, she would never live to see tomorrow
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It is yet to be titled