Words as Bullets

Jul 14, 2005 03:17

In a close examination of m own personal psyche, I have come to discover something that has been made blatantly apparent before hand, and on numerous occasions as well. Rachel, damn her eyes, has wormed her way back into my head. The problems that spring from this are two-fold, as usual. One, well, have I any alternatives? Can I imagine somewhere down the road running into somebody else? Will anyone rush up to this spot before she does? Two, of course two, is...will I truely enjoy it? What do I want? Would I be content, or would the fact that I have every nuance of her already in my head just drive me fucking nuts? I have less than no clue. And it's not like I'm looking for sympathy or advice from voiceless words posted by people I've never talked to in person (though there are a few that have been more than tempting.)

These are he sounds of emotional retchings, paired with bitching and moaning. How many emo kids does it take to screw in a light bulb? None, they just sit in the dark and cry.

Oh my god, what have I done? Please forgive me...fuck that.
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