desidia

Ah Morrissey, you have a song for all 101 flavours of teenage angst <3

What she said :
"How come someone hasn't noticed
That I'm dead
And decided to bury me?
God knows, I'm ready!"
La-la-la ...

What she said was sad
But then, all the rejection she's had
To pretend to be happy
Could only be idiocy
La-la-la ...


What she said was not for the job or
Lover that she never had
Oh ...
No no no ...


What she read
All heady books
She'd sit and prophesies
(It took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)


What she said :
"I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an
Early death
and I need to cling to something!"

Sleep and sobriety did nothing for the EMO virus. The infection spread overnight and I awoke with a full fledged depression which eventually led to a steady rage. Then I got to level a field with a gas powered extended buzzsaw until I felt nothing. Just the usual melancholy and despair in the pit of my stomach. I have nothing to look forward to and events I generally cherished like Halloween and my birthday next month have become inevitable failures I'm dreading.

Things could be worse. There never could have been The Smiths.