You're The Worst Actor That I've Ever Seen, But If The Script Calls For Liars, You Play The Lead
I just re-read through some of my older journal entries on assorted sites and in various notebooks, and fuck I could write.
Why can't I write anything like that now?
This is the best one I found on my computer:
5/7/07
So that's why they keep me
I'm just the one you use, just here to abuse
Oh, but Monica (if that's what you want to call her today), she's the artist!
She paints the personalities
She'll paint on your face to be 'aesthetically appealing'
'Socially suitable'
And whatever ridiculously impossible facade and sham you want her to design
She'll string the needle through all the necessary imperfections and fix them up
Good as new
Even though the package was busted when the business transaction was made.
When the parcel left the post.
So call the little painter girl into the room and tell her what you wish
If she doesn't get it right... just throw the blades,
Nay, the words,
And she'll get it right soon enough.
So sue me.
~~
And it's like I said, why can't I do that anymore?
What happened to me?
And here I thought I was messed up before, and it turns out that I was doing alright.
And when I thought I was doing alright, I was really the most messed up.
I read one where I had written "I'm really starting to get obsessed with The Academy Is... and William Beckett" and that I was depressed that they were only going to be an hour and a half away and I couldn't go see them... and it makes me smile, and even more thankful for what I've had this year.
Alright, that's all I'm going to bore you with this evening, aside from that I'm trying to write a song by accident, but it's not working that well and I don't really like it.
"Write the words down on the page and live to die another day."
Why can't I write anything like that now?
This is the best one I found on my computer:
5/7/07
So that's why they keep me
I'm just the one you use, just here to abuse
Oh, but Monica (if that's what you want to call her today), she's the artist!
She paints the personalities
She'll paint on your face to be 'aesthetically appealing'
'Socially suitable'
And whatever ridiculously impossible facade and sham you want her to design
She'll string the needle through all the necessary imperfections and fix them up
Good as new
Even though the package was busted when the business transaction was made.
When the parcel left the post.
So call the little painter girl into the room and tell her what you wish
If she doesn't get it right... just throw the blades,
Nay, the words,
And she'll get it right soon enough.
So sue me.
~~
And it's like I said, why can't I do that anymore?
What happened to me?
And here I thought I was messed up before, and it turns out that I was doing alright.
And when I thought I was doing alright, I was really the most messed up.
I read one where I had written "I'm really starting to get obsessed with The Academy Is... and William Beckett" and that I was depressed that they were only going to be an hour and a half away and I couldn't go see them... and it makes me smile, and even more thankful for what I've had this year.
Alright, that's all I'm going to bore you with this evening, aside from that I'm trying to write a song by accident, but it's not working that well and I don't really like it.
"Write the words down on the page and live to die another day."