why are men so gross?
Like, I looked at some of the really aggressively flirty guys from this site, and from city club, and from their appearences, it is clear why they are so desperate.
Am I all alone in noticing how icky men usually are?? Like, they are always lumpy and usually reek of testosterone. And it really sucks, because they always seem to think that they are somehow beautiful, and worth touching.
and that is sad.
and it sucks, because men have potential, I have seen it. Like, my Ryan, for example.
Then we have all these muscle coated, homophobe, swelled bellied, rapist minded, control freak testosterone zombies trying to get up whatever girl will possibly look at them.
you are gross. cut your wrists.. please?
yeah. Im not doing well in Anthropology class. Ihave had my energies trapped by other concerns.
I wish I could just let myself be free. No more self destruction. No more Heroin, no more jealous friends, no more liars. It is all killing me, and yet I cant seem to get away.
there is a perfect Tool song.
Tonight was about arguing. I hate that. It leaves me stressed and sad and desperate to run away. Iis that what I need to do?
Everytuing right now is so overwhelming. I miss Kat so fucking much I could die, and I feel so much for other people, and I am trapped by this stupid narcotic, and every time I look into a mirror I want to stab myself, and I want to be with myself as much as I want compansionship.
And I am just hurting, and confusing myself over it all. And I am hurting and confusing others.
Maybe it is too early to try to reach out to any one else. Noone else can understand where I am trapped right now.. because other people can only see me for what they want... not for how I suffer.
I am alone right now. Rick went home.
Not a good time for this.. I hurt a lot and I need poison.
11. Pushit
I will choke until I swallow...
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?
But you're
Pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you pushit on me.
Rest your trigger on my finger,
bang my head upon the fault line.
Take care not to make me enter.
'cause if I do we both may disappear.
But you're pushing me,
Shoving me. Pushit on me.
Slipping back into the gap again.
I'm alive when you're touching me,
Alive when you're shoving me down.
But i'd trade it all
For just a little bit of
Piece of mind.
Put me somewhere I don't wanna be.
Seeing someplace I don't wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again.
Saw that gap again today
As you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself away,
And you, as well.
If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way.
There's no love in fear.
Staring down the hole again.
Hands upon my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.
Just remember I will always love you,
Even as I tear your fucking throat away.
But it will end no other way.
Like, I looked at some of the really aggressively flirty guys from this site, and from city club, and from their appearences, it is clear why they are so desperate.
Am I all alone in noticing how icky men usually are?? Like, they are always lumpy and usually reek of testosterone. And it really sucks, because they always seem to think that they are somehow beautiful, and worth touching.
and that is sad.
and it sucks, because men have potential, I have seen it. Like, my Ryan, for example.
Then we have all these muscle coated, homophobe, swelled bellied, rapist minded, control freak testosterone zombies trying to get up whatever girl will possibly look at them.
you are gross. cut your wrists.. please?
yeah. Im not doing well in Anthropology class. Ihave had my energies trapped by other concerns.
I wish I could just let myself be free. No more self destruction. No more Heroin, no more jealous friends, no more liars. It is all killing me, and yet I cant seem to get away.
there is a perfect Tool song.
Tonight was about arguing. I hate that. It leaves me stressed and sad and desperate to run away. Iis that what I need to do?
Everytuing right now is so overwhelming. I miss Kat so fucking much I could die, and I feel so much for other people, and I am trapped by this stupid narcotic, and every time I look into a mirror I want to stab myself, and I want to be with myself as much as I want compansionship.
And I am just hurting, and confusing myself over it all. And I am hurting and confusing others.
Maybe it is too early to try to reach out to any one else. Noone else can understand where I am trapped right now.. because other people can only see me for what they want... not for how I suffer.
I am alone right now. Rick went home.
Not a good time for this.. I hurt a lot and I need poison.
11. Pushit
I will choke until I swallow...
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?
But you're
Pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you pushit on me.
Rest your trigger on my finger,
bang my head upon the fault line.
Take care not to make me enter.
'cause if I do we both may disappear.
But you're pushing me,
Shoving me. Pushit on me.
Slipping back into the gap again.
I'm alive when you're touching me,
Alive when you're shoving me down.
But i'd trade it all
For just a little bit of
Piece of mind.
Put me somewhere I don't wanna be.
Seeing someplace I don't wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again.
Saw that gap again today
As you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself away,
And you, as well.
If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way.
There's no love in fear.
Staring down the hole again.
Hands upon my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.
Just remember I will always love you,
Even as I tear your fucking throat away.
But it will end no other way.
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hmm...anyhoo, have a nice week