Saturday, February 24, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
It’s fascinating how everyone’s feelings and experiences are always bigger than yours. Every one has been more depressed than you. Been angrier than you, with greater reasons to be so. Done cooler things than you. Been lonelier than you. Hell even had worse cramps than you.
If you are twenty one (and a half) and lonely and a little scared that you will never never be not lonely…It doesn’t mater because you are just twenty one.
What I don’t understand I this…how does the possibility that you might not be lonely at say, twenty six, make you feel better now?
If you are twenty one (and a half) and lonely and a little scared that you will never never be not lonely…It doesn’t mater because you are just twenty one.
What I don’t understand I this…how does the possibility that you might not be lonely at say, twenty six, make you feel better now?
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Grrrr. People stay away. Do not talk to me. Do not smile. Do not expect conversation. And for gods sake shut up about the weather. I don’t want to know about your boyfriend. Or your girlfriend. Or about the pressure you are facing at work. Or about your god damn hair fall problem.
Or about your cheery perfect life. Or about how you think the skies are blue and the weather perfect (yes especially that. Shut up about the weather. Ok?) actually I don’t want to know anything about you. Yes you. What are you staring at? What makes you confide in me so? Do I look like a shrink to you? Huh huh huh ?
I think am going to lock self up in the bathroom ad cry some more.
PMS has fucked my brain. Have been alternating between the previous two states all day.
Or about your cheery perfect life. Or about how you think the skies are blue and the weather perfect (yes especially that. Shut up about the weather. Ok?) actually I don’t want to know anything about you. Yes you. What are you staring at? What makes you confide in me so? Do I look like a shrink to you? Huh huh huh ?
I think am going to lock self up in the bathroom ad cry some more.
PMS has fucked my brain. Have been alternating between the previous two states all day.
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