i want to sit in my bed for months. with my knees close to my chest. and i want people to wonder and i want it to make headlines and i want people to ask "Why?" and i want to say "because you dont love each other. because it would be so easy, and you make it so hard."
okay, i don't know why i'm writing something like this in suicidegirls.com. and, timagain, we didn't show up at your thing. i'm sorry. but i got drunk and SUICIDALinNC, regretfully, had a huge anthropology exam that he found out about today. which sucks because i purchased rum and everything. but whatever. i have to talk about some shit for a hot second out of my night....
i'm a little upset right now. i have been for the past few hours. i'm kind of having a hard time dealing with humanity. i'm having a hard time dealing with the people i'm surrounded by on an everyday basis. if i wasn't living in the place i'm living in, i'd still hold that same sentiment.because there are so mannnny people that just...dont live for the right things...
i kind of wish that everyone could live. be happy. without causing pain for anybody else... so that i could live my life knowing that people were living for love, or happiness....or both....
i can't function. i can't function on the idea that there's so few people that want to make shit work out. WORK OUT. and by work out...i just want people to be happy. i'm sick of people condemning other people. i'm sick of people lauging about stuff because it seems like there's no other option. or because if they laugh about stuff, it becomes less real.
i think that our world is based so much on love. people are supposedly born out of a love that a woman has for a man. and even if they aren't, at least a child is born into a love it's mother has for it. yet, people can still harbor so much hate. i have yet to see the kind of relationship in which love dominates. i have yet to experience that kind of relationship. i can't imagine ever seeing the day when people set aside their self-righteousness to let someone live the life that will make THEM happy. and that's SETTLING. do you see? we all SHOULD exist in a world where people can love others AND accept the fact that they live their life a certain way.
this is about everything. it started with homophobia. it started with somebody hating for the way other people LOVE. there's not enough love. ever. i have yet to see a situation in which love prevails. in which love sets the kind of example i want to experience.
i would kill myself solely for the reason that there is too much hate in this world and not enough love. not enough comfort, not enough hugging, not enough of people telling each other the things they appreciate about them. too much shit talking...too much stereotyping...too many standards set for the way people NEED to live their life. i would kill myself for that reason...i need love. i cannot survive without knowing that deep down, everyone loves.
"And everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that can
But one breath at a time is an acceptable plan
She tells herself
And the air is still there
And this morning it's even breathable
And for a second the relief is unbelievable
And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted
Her burden lifted
She's full of clean wind for one lean moment
And then she's trapped again
Reverted
Caged and contorted
With no way to get free
And she's getting plenty of little kisses
But nobody's slippin? her the key
Her whole life is a long list of what ifs
And she doesn't even know where to begin
And the pageantry of suffering therein
Rivals television
Tv is, after all, the modern day roman coliseum
Human devastation as mass entertainment
And now millions sit jeering
Collectively cheering
The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement
She is hailing a cab
She is sailing down the avenue
She's 19 going on 30
Or maybe she's really 30 now ...
It's hard to say
It's hard to keep up with time once it?s on it?s way
And, you know, she never had much of a chance
Born into a family built like an avalanche
And somewhere in the 80s between the oat bran and the ozone
She started to figure out things like why
One eye pointed upwards looking for the holes in the sky
One eye on the little flashing red light
A picasso face twisted and listing down the canvas
Of the end of an endless night
10 9 8 seven six 5 4 three 2 one
And kerplooey
You're done.
You're done for.
You're done for good.
So tell me
Did you?
Did you do
Did you do all you could? \"
okay, i don't know why i'm writing something like this in suicidegirls.com. and, timagain, we didn't show up at your thing. i'm sorry. but i got drunk and SUICIDALinNC, regretfully, had a huge anthropology exam that he found out about today. which sucks because i purchased rum and everything. but whatever. i have to talk about some shit for a hot second out of my night....
i'm a little upset right now. i have been for the past few hours. i'm kind of having a hard time dealing with humanity. i'm having a hard time dealing with the people i'm surrounded by on an everyday basis. if i wasn't living in the place i'm living in, i'd still hold that same sentiment.because there are so mannnny people that just...dont live for the right things...
i kind of wish that everyone could live. be happy. without causing pain for anybody else... so that i could live my life knowing that people were living for love, or happiness....or both....
i can't function. i can't function on the idea that there's so few people that want to make shit work out. WORK OUT. and by work out...i just want people to be happy. i'm sick of people condemning other people. i'm sick of people lauging about stuff because it seems like there's no other option. or because if they laugh about stuff, it becomes less real.
i think that our world is based so much on love. people are supposedly born out of a love that a woman has for a man. and even if they aren't, at least a child is born into a love it's mother has for it. yet, people can still harbor so much hate. i have yet to see the kind of relationship in which love dominates. i have yet to experience that kind of relationship. i can't imagine ever seeing the day when people set aside their self-righteousness to let someone live the life that will make THEM happy. and that's SETTLING. do you see? we all SHOULD exist in a world where people can love others AND accept the fact that they live their life a certain way.
this is about everything. it started with homophobia. it started with somebody hating for the way other people LOVE. there's not enough love. ever. i have yet to see a situation in which love prevails. in which love sets the kind of example i want to experience.
i would kill myself solely for the reason that there is too much hate in this world and not enough love. not enough comfort, not enough hugging, not enough of people telling each other the things they appreciate about them. too much shit talking...too much stereotyping...too many standards set for the way people NEED to live their life. i would kill myself for that reason...i need love. i cannot survive without knowing that deep down, everyone loves.
"And everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that can
But one breath at a time is an acceptable plan
She tells herself
And the air is still there
And this morning it's even breathable
And for a second the relief is unbelievable
And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted
Her burden lifted
She's full of clean wind for one lean moment
And then she's trapped again
Reverted
Caged and contorted
With no way to get free
And she's getting plenty of little kisses
But nobody's slippin? her the key
Her whole life is a long list of what ifs
And she doesn't even know where to begin
And the pageantry of suffering therein
Rivals television
Tv is, after all, the modern day roman coliseum
Human devastation as mass entertainment
And now millions sit jeering
Collectively cheering
The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement
She is hailing a cab
She is sailing down the avenue
She's 19 going on 30
Or maybe she's really 30 now ...
It's hard to say
It's hard to keep up with time once it?s on it?s way
And, you know, she never had much of a chance
Born into a family built like an avalanche
And somewhere in the 80s between the oat bran and the ozone
She started to figure out things like why
One eye pointed upwards looking for the holes in the sky
One eye on the little flashing red light
A picasso face twisted and listing down the canvas
Of the end of an endless night
10 9 8 seven six 5 4 three 2 one
And kerplooey
You're done.
You're done for.
You're done for good.
So tell me
Did you?
Did you do
Did you do all you could? \"
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blyss:
How did your Vagina Monologues audition go?
distra:
yeah, how did that shit go......