We Could Be Heroes...
I feel disappointment in people. It does not matter the gender. I have this rage building inside that I know is truly supressed hurt. I cannot help but type furiously and think to myself "What a foolish thing it is. why try to find love? To search for it is just a silly notion. Each kiss I see and sucking noise I hear makes my throat tighten and gag.
I watch these movies like Moulin Rouge and they advertise these false quips of true love and love over coming all obstacles. All I've ever felt is lust at the most. I have yet to feel any fufillment in anyone.
i have only ever recieved letdowns and flimsy promises that evenntually flitter away. They dry up and turn to dust just as if they had never happened.
What a fool I have been to even suggest the thought of happiness. What a disgusting repulsive human instinct.
My throat is closing again. The bile is building, I need to go suppress my rage.
I secretly wonder what is gonna happen when all this rage that I have erupts. Something is gonna happen and I won't even see it coming.
Ugg the nausea is getting worse.
I watch these movies like Moulin Rouge and they advertise these false quips of true love and love over coming all obstacles. All I've ever felt is lust at the most. I have yet to feel any fufillment in anyone.
i have only ever recieved letdowns and flimsy promises that evenntually flitter away. They dry up and turn to dust just as if they had never happened.
What a fool I have been to even suggest the thought of happiness. What a disgusting repulsive human instinct.
My throat is closing again. The bile is building, I need to go suppress my rage.
I secretly wonder what is gonna happen when all this rage that I have erupts. Something is gonna happen and I won't even see it coming.
Ugg the nausea is getting worse.