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Yo fuckers! lol... av no wrote in this for a wee whiley! Erm... twas new year the other day... went to the cathouse wif Lesley, Mo n Gordon... it was cooool! We was dancin boot like looneys och aye! haha! Erm... then we came bak and went a wee wander up the street and me n lesley danced at the bottom eh the high street singin really loud to bohemian rhapsody! wooop! haha... erm, then gordon went home and Lesley came bak to mine, where we sat and had a wee 7up party ;) twas gr8 lol! And then it was new year.... and we got pics of HOT DANNYS TUMMY!! Oh yeeeeh! its yumminess! Erm... Then we watched a bit of bless the child but then we couldnae b fuckd so we went to bed and never got up till like 4! lmao, we b lazy bitches haaaahahahah! erm.... yesterday wasnt very exciting... a never got to sleep till like 3ish and i wrote a poem which is quite emo haha but i never ment it, it just all flowed out ma head like soup (yes lesley, SOUP!) HA!
Heres the poem here
The picture that is Life
Alone in the dark,
Facing the wall,
A plain canvas on which I draw a sketch of my life
Symbols of spite and hatred, jealousy and envy
All over the blank nothingness.
The black demons casting away the smiles, the joy, the love
All which now seem to fall,
Into the deep, deep feeling,
The feeling of isolation
Held back from the rest,
Left to grow, all alone, no one to turn to.
Twisted images all a blur,
No one cares about you,
They’re not interested
You would only be a burden,
You and your thoughts,
The sheer apathy of which you feel.
It would hold them back,
Keep them with you in this prison,
A gloomy chamber that you call home.
Its your wall
Your life
Nobody cares, they don’t want to know
You’re on your own now.
No worries, you’ll survive… maybe
The razorblade in your hand,
The pictures on the wall…
In red
One more and it can be over
That’s it, no more pictures on the wall
Lying on the floor,
Staring at the ceiling,
Only you cant see anything…
Your picture has been drawn
lmao its just a stupid wee thing but a dnt give a fook! erm... dont think am doin nethin excitin 2day, and 2moro am gettin ma tongue pierced woop woop! lol... then wednesday a mite b goin fur a wee drink and thursday its bak tae skool.... aww noooo! haha... well chaps and chapesses.... al b off now
luv y'all xxxxxx munkey butt xxxxxxxxx
Heres the poem here
The picture that is Life
Alone in the dark,
Facing the wall,
A plain canvas on which I draw a sketch of my life
Symbols of spite and hatred, jealousy and envy
All over the blank nothingness.
The black demons casting away the smiles, the joy, the love
All which now seem to fall,
Into the deep, deep feeling,
The feeling of isolation
Held back from the rest,
Left to grow, all alone, no one to turn to.
Twisted images all a blur,
No one cares about you,
They’re not interested
You would only be a burden,
You and your thoughts,
The sheer apathy of which you feel.
It would hold them back,
Keep them with you in this prison,
A gloomy chamber that you call home.
Its your wall
Your life
Nobody cares, they don’t want to know
You’re on your own now.
No worries, you’ll survive… maybe
The razorblade in your hand,
The pictures on the wall…
In red
One more and it can be over
That’s it, no more pictures on the wall
Lying on the floor,
Staring at the ceiling,
Only you cant see anything…
Your picture has been drawn
lmao its just a stupid wee thing but a dnt give a fook! erm... dont think am doin nethin excitin 2day, and 2moro am gettin ma tongue pierced woop woop! lol... then wednesday a mite b goin fur a wee drink and thursday its bak tae skool.... aww noooo! haha... well chaps and chapesses.... al b off now
luv y'all xxxxxx munkey butt xxxxxxxxx