Jul 29, 2006 22:00
I guess its the tough stuff that always gets you through life because without it I don't think people would know what the hell to do.
but fuck the tough stuff. I never did anything wrong.
yes. yes I did. Never mind. I brought this upon myself and I dragged him down with me.
I never seem to make the right choices. Between two objects I always pick the one that breaks. I always pick the machine that eats my card. I always pick the old oatmeal.
But why?
I think I'm fake. I'm sorry. I apologize to everyone. I am as fake as it gets.
I am not nice. I am not happy. I am not innocent.
uh I lost my train of thought.
where was I going with this....
no where. I have no where to go...
I still miss sunsets and swing sets. So heres to good byes. Its over, that part is gone. I have better things now. I have more shit to deal with. I have other things to occupy my mind, heart, and soul.
so fuck you mr. perfect. The depth of you will always be forgotten. Fuck You. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU.
New starts. new days. new shoes.
Sun rises are better than sun sets anyways.
I love you with all my heart. My mind. My body. And my soul.
I love you more than you can ever say. ever show, or ever think.
and really:
they don't understand. I dont understand. You dont understand. It scares me. and at the same time I want nothing more.
I cant imagine you bald....
but I think I would love you anyways.
oh and I think I'm going to throw up all over.