The one and only reason this is OK is that I'll, in all likelihood, never really meet anyone associated w/ suicidegirls.
This is a confessional, sans priest, sans bible.
I've not kissed anyone for over a year. This makes me feel dead. This makes me feel undead. This makes me fucked up. This makes me, sometimes, cry.
I've lost touch with my body. My ghost is like this fucked up kite w/o a string. My ghost is gone. I go to work. I do what I have to. I'm a robot.
I'm this stupid fucking romantic. I'm dumb. I want these things to happen, but there's nobody.
I devour myself.
The plumbing's gone wrong. Something's wrong w/ the electricity.
I condemn myself to this...
This is a confessional, sans priest, sans bible.
I've not kissed anyone for over a year. This makes me feel dead. This makes me feel undead. This makes me fucked up. This makes me, sometimes, cry.
I've lost touch with my body. My ghost is like this fucked up kite w/o a string. My ghost is gone. I go to work. I do what I have to. I'm a robot.
I'm this stupid fucking romantic. I'm dumb. I want these things to happen, but there's nobody.
I devour myself.
The plumbing's gone wrong. Something's wrong w/ the electricity.
I condemn myself to this...
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armadillofuzz:
hang in there man. that's the one thing i didn't like about living up north, is it's really hard to connect with some people. especially when yr into more ecclectic things. hell, even traverse city doesn't even have a real bohemian culture really. a lot of them are just a bunch of posers.
karina: