just a little over dramatic:
good song:
Instead of beating me up
you should be giving me hope
Instead of bringing me down
you should be lifting me up
instead of starting a fire
you should be heating things up
I'd never leave you there
screaming for my love
-Aqueduct
Suggestion Box
ive been feeling very liz phair fuck and run as of late.
i know thats a really stupid thing to say but, ive been just waiting. sometimes i, and this is gonna sound creepy, i think maybe i should fucking carve out the words "love me" across my goddamned torso.
maybe hold a sign "im serious" "im tired" "this isnt a joke to me"
perhaps quote some modest mouse "I didn't know that the words you said to me
meant more to me than they ever could you"
i wish i could say NEVER again, and know it was true.
i cry daily.
i dont talk much, seeing as i either have nothing worth listening to to say, or the sound of my voice isnt desired by he who would listen.
know me? im not silent.
thats a start.
my pride is all but dead, and im not sure what i am with out that.
im to tired to try.
this person isnt me.
my wrists look so thin. i feel so tiny.
snap?break?
you know you could...
i embody rot, decay, but if i wait a little longer? perhaps?
can i go out side? can i eat? make a joke?
this isnt me.
good song:
Instead of beating me up
you should be giving me hope
Instead of bringing me down
you should be lifting me up
instead of starting a fire
you should be heating things up
I'd never leave you there
screaming for my love
-Aqueduct
Suggestion Box
ive been feeling very liz phair fuck and run as of late.
i know thats a really stupid thing to say but, ive been just waiting. sometimes i, and this is gonna sound creepy, i think maybe i should fucking carve out the words "love me" across my goddamned torso.
maybe hold a sign "im serious" "im tired" "this isnt a joke to me"
perhaps quote some modest mouse "I didn't know that the words you said to me
meant more to me than they ever could you"
i wish i could say NEVER again, and know it was true.
i cry daily.
i dont talk much, seeing as i either have nothing worth listening to to say, or the sound of my voice isnt desired by he who would listen.
know me? im not silent.
thats a start.
my pride is all but dead, and im not sure what i am with out that.
im to tired to try.
this person isnt me.
my wrists look so thin. i feel so tiny.
snap?break?
you know you could...
i embody rot, decay, but if i wait a little longer? perhaps?
can i go out side? can i eat? make a joke?
this isnt me.