Whatever. I have fun doing my own thing. I like my friends, I have fun with them.
I have a small crush on a cute girl. I'm sure that all I need is a cute nice girl to make me dinner at night, but fuck that, and fuck you for thinking that. Go fit your own goddamn stereotypes, thanks. I may fit A mold, but I don't fit YOUR mold. Does this necessarily mean I'm falling for a certain girl I just mentioned? Fuck no. I'm not falling for anyone... I don't think that's possible at this point, and if it seems like it is, I'm just fooling myself. I'm on a highway to wherever the fuck I want to go, and I think this is a one-seat sportscar. Can I go out with a girl and have a nice time? Yes. Do I need a girlfriend? No. Will I have a good time with whoever I'm with? You goddamn right.
The female of the species is more deadly than the male, but I'm carrying a .45 and I'll blow your fucking head off. Hah, what a joke.
Part of me is trodding forward, advancing my skills, my knowledge, my career... the other part? It's going in circles, around and a-fucking-round; and where it stops, nobody fucking knows.
I can be anyone's friend. I know this, I've proven it, I show compassion to those I want, I expose my heart to those that care.
Can I be anyone's lover? No. A breach of trust, and I hate you for eternity. Fucking hate. There has been one exception, and I am glad for it. I'm a better person for it. I grew from it.
They say you start out innocent. They say you're pure and clean. I say you're all fucking dirty; dirty from the fucking womb.
Is this directed to you, the reader? Hah, I only wish I had such powerful phrases for you. Perhaps I can offer you some advice: I love you. I can hate, and I can hate from the bottom of my fucking evil soul, but my friends I love. And every lover I've had burns like a pin prick in my soul, twisting and writhing like a thorn in my emotions, ripping me apart with every awful fucking memory.
There are good times, and there are bad. There are good people, and there are bad. Do you know the gray times? The gray people? I try to live there, where it's safe.
Where it's unclean, yet not dirty.
Where it doesn't rip me apart.
Fuck you, you're beautiful.
I have a small crush on a cute girl. I'm sure that all I need is a cute nice girl to make me dinner at night, but fuck that, and fuck you for thinking that. Go fit your own goddamn stereotypes, thanks. I may fit A mold, but I don't fit YOUR mold. Does this necessarily mean I'm falling for a certain girl I just mentioned? Fuck no. I'm not falling for anyone... I don't think that's possible at this point, and if it seems like it is, I'm just fooling myself. I'm on a highway to wherever the fuck I want to go, and I think this is a one-seat sportscar. Can I go out with a girl and have a nice time? Yes. Do I need a girlfriend? No. Will I have a good time with whoever I'm with? You goddamn right.
The female of the species is more deadly than the male, but I'm carrying a .45 and I'll blow your fucking head off. Hah, what a joke.
Part of me is trodding forward, advancing my skills, my knowledge, my career... the other part? It's going in circles, around and a-fucking-round; and where it stops, nobody fucking knows.
I can be anyone's friend. I know this, I've proven it, I show compassion to those I want, I expose my heart to those that care.
Can I be anyone's lover? No. A breach of trust, and I hate you for eternity. Fucking hate. There has been one exception, and I am glad for it. I'm a better person for it. I grew from it.
They say you start out innocent. They say you're pure and clean. I say you're all fucking dirty; dirty from the fucking womb.
Is this directed to you, the reader? Hah, I only wish I had such powerful phrases for you. Perhaps I can offer you some advice: I love you. I can hate, and I can hate from the bottom of my fucking evil soul, but my friends I love. And every lover I've had burns like a pin prick in my soul, twisting and writhing like a thorn in my emotions, ripping me apart with every awful fucking memory.
There are good times, and there are bad. There are good people, and there are bad. Do you know the gray times? The gray people? I try to live there, where it's safe.
Where it's unclean, yet not dirty.
Where it doesn't rip me apart.
Fuck you, you're beautiful.
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Silly trilobyte... like a moth to a flame...