(no subject)
you sneak into my room
just to read my diary
'it was just to see,
just to see'
(all those things you knew
I'd written about YOU
oh, so very painful illustrations...)
Seriously.
Listen, not everything I write has this huge deep meaning behind it, and don't think you know me because my words are on your screen. I mean all of this in the nicest way possible, polite smile and all. You want to know who I really am, come talk to me instead of reading between each letter I type. If I write about someone having to shut the fuck up, it means:
A) someone should shut the fuck up
B) I'm irritated
C) I'm not irritated
D) I'm playing with words and know they've got little value
E) I had an image in my head
F) I overdrew funds on my checking account again, setting myself back sixty dollars, and am now in a sour mood and prone to writing caustic things
You, voice of reason, understand that I don't always need an audience. I entertain myself more often than not.
I'm not mad.
Kind of really irritated that people take what I write out of context all the time. Do I seriously need to put a disclaimer on everything? "This is not about you, so let's go on with our lives, back to our ordinary six-o-clock-news-broadcast days," that kinda thing?
Well well well well well well.
I can't be holdin' on to what you've got when all you've got is hurt.
It's like this thing in American Lit class, where someone stated that Bishop's poem about a fish was really about World War II. No, it was just about a fish, tired, weathered, worn, hooks in the lips, and reeking of high hell.
=/
Just a fish.
What is it you feel, is it pain, or is it guilt?
just to read my diary
'it was just to see,
just to see'
(all those things you knew
I'd written about YOU
oh, so very painful illustrations...)
Seriously.
Listen, not everything I write has this huge deep meaning behind it, and don't think you know me because my words are on your screen. I mean all of this in the nicest way possible, polite smile and all. You want to know who I really am, come talk to me instead of reading between each letter I type. If I write about someone having to shut the fuck up, it means:
A) someone should shut the fuck up
B) I'm irritated
C) I'm not irritated
D) I'm playing with words and know they've got little value
E) I had an image in my head
F) I overdrew funds on my checking account again, setting myself back sixty dollars, and am now in a sour mood and prone to writing caustic things
You, voice of reason, understand that I don't always need an audience. I entertain myself more often than not.
I'm not mad.
Kind of really irritated that people take what I write out of context all the time. Do I seriously need to put a disclaimer on everything? "This is not about you, so let's go on with our lives, back to our ordinary six-o-clock-news-broadcast days," that kinda thing?
Well well well well well well.
I can't be holdin' on to what you've got when all you've got is hurt.
It's like this thing in American Lit class, where someone stated that Bishop's poem about a fish was really about World War II. No, it was just about a fish, tired, weathered, worn, hooks in the lips, and reeking of high hell.
=/
Just a fish.
What is it you feel, is it pain, or is it guilt?