Aug 30, 2004 20:42
And we don't want to live forever, and we know that suffering is so much better.
I was not made to be broken. I was made to listen to Manson and jump around. I was made to show my emotions, and recieve them from others. I was made to hurt and to have my heart broken. I was made to hurt and to break hearts. I was made to bite the boy. I was made to wear outrageous socks and make-up. I was made to memorize Simpsons quotes. I was made to wear things that aren't school regulation.
We sat inside a box in the wall waiting for my bus to arrive. He kept nudging me in my back with his head, like a cat, but harsher.
And. Our friendship seems to be weakening and it hurts, like woah! And I want to care. But does Steve? I'll hang myself in the church, that's what I'll do. I mean, I know how you must feel brad. *WHAM* You look nice in crowns princess.
And the boy says he has a present for the me? A present, for the me? How splendid. Is it candy? Mmm. How marvelous. How excitable. May I have it tomorrow? Palease?
Ze two months is arriving. Or will arrive, on Friday. At the CD launch, Alyse will photograph Tash and I and our 'Expressions of Luurve' because I <3 Tash. Like woah. So much. And she called me tonight and her voice was like mindvelvet, so sweet and subtle and argh. Terribly tormenting. And soon I will hide in her sheets. I mean, Tash may I hide in your sheets?
Life is so over-rated. <3