rain rain...so fresh. so sad.
i believe that i can control the weather. a mere reflection of my mood.
if thats so, then the fresh smell of rain i inhaled as i walked out my front door
this morning contradicts my current mood. what am i saying? i am not saying much.
nothing really. i'm down. lost. shitty;;.. how odd.
music is blaring my ears. i must have listened to this album a
zillion times i anticipate predictable snares. i want someone to hug me
like a child hugs her pillow or stuffed bear. i never understood what poetic justice meant?
stupidchild.notgoodenough.loser..tripleloser.ouch.
growing up is not fun. tattooed ass. star. i've locked myself up and wrapped myself in
masking tape. bald men sit in front of me. i'm losing myself. i'm losing myself. lost lost ...help
the only thing that makes sense to me stands miles away from sight.
dreaming is for silly gooses and unprepared people.
articulation does not exist right now. now. then. was. will be. never.
say what?? i wear makeup after i cry. hood the sadness.
flowers are my favorite kinds of jewelry.
shut up. type typeabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. he once told me to find the balance in life.
i've fallen off and am ready to roll over and go to sleep. i want to yell and talk until i am exhausted of
words and thoughts and brain cells and am out of all that makes me-me. i want to turn my skin inside out like
a sweater, just to clean out the dirty dust lint balls. at the same time i want to be quiet. ssssssshhhhh. its quiet time...sleep now. fold me up nicely and place me in a box.
if thats so, then the fresh smell of rain i inhaled as i walked out my front door
this morning contradicts my current mood. what am i saying? i am not saying much.
nothing really. i'm down. lost. shitty;;.. how odd.
music is blaring my ears. i must have listened to this album a
zillion times i anticipate predictable snares. i want someone to hug me
like a child hugs her pillow or stuffed bear. i never understood what poetic justice meant?
stupidchild.notgoodenough.loser..tripleloser.ouch.
growing up is not fun. tattooed ass. star. i've locked myself up and wrapped myself in
masking tape. bald men sit in front of me. i'm losing myself. i'm losing myself. lost lost ...help
the only thing that makes sense to me stands miles away from sight.
dreaming is for silly gooses and unprepared people.
articulation does not exist right now. now. then. was. will be. never.
say what?? i wear makeup after i cry. hood the sadness.
flowers are my favorite kinds of jewelry.
shut up. type typeabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. he once told me to find the balance in life.
i've fallen off and am ready to roll over and go to sleep. i want to yell and talk until i am exhausted of
words and thoughts and brain cells and am out of all that makes me-me. i want to turn my skin inside out like
a sweater, just to clean out the dirty dust lint balls. at the same time i want to be quiet. ssssssshhhhh. its quiet time...sleep now. fold me up nicely and place me in a box.