"I get tangled up inside, my dear, my love..."
Don't you hate those random mood pitfalls that seem to whack you flat on the temple? I don't know whether I should attribute it to emo artisticness, once a month occasion, or to the rudiment of school. You know I've spent my entire life trying not to be an emotional being. And here I am trying to pursue creativity, the whole world pointing me out as a through and through Romantic. Maybe that's why I never let myself cry.
Maybe I just want to be hurt so that I can pull through it without a tear shed...and show that reaction to the world.
I think my life has really just been some sort of trick pony act, cake walk, and tea party. That's why I construct so many shadowy alleyways in my mind.
After all, who cares what the populace thinks of me anyways?
I'm tired of being treated kindly...because I want to treat *you* kindly, not vice versa.
Conversation bores me at the moment. This seems to be wrecking havoc on my psyche.
Katrina
Ps- I really don't think Hamlet was mad, but I wish he was. You and me, Hamlet...
Maybe I just want to be hurt so that I can pull through it without a tear shed...and show that reaction to the world.
I think my life has really just been some sort of trick pony act, cake walk, and tea party. That's why I construct so many shadowy alleyways in my mind.
After all, who cares what the populace thinks of me anyways?
I'm tired of being treated kindly...because I want to treat *you* kindly, not vice versa.
Conversation bores me at the moment. This seems to be wrecking havoc on my psyche.
Katrina
Ps- I really don't think Hamlet was mad, but I wish he was. You and me, Hamlet...