January 4, 2005
Oh, Sweet Love
Love? Doesn't exist. Just a lie, just an illusion. I was sucked into that lie, but no longer.
Bitter?
Yeah, very bitter. She pulled me out of my shell, for what? I never should have let her in, it just caused too much pain. The pain of waking up every morning to the knowledge that you're being forgotten, that you were so easy to get over. The feeling that nothing you did mattered or meant anything.
I've never hated a living thing as much as I hate that damn rose.
Bitter?
Yeah, very bitter. She pulled me out of my shell, for what? I never should have let her in, it just caused too much pain. The pain of waking up every morning to the knowledge that you're being forgotten, that you were so easy to get over. The feeling that nothing you did mattered or meant anything.
I've never hated a living thing as much as I hate that damn rose.
Posted by Narzack on January 4, 2005 at 06:18 PM | 4 Dropkicked
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MacDaddyTatsu (guest)
I look at it this way, you can measure your life by the barren wastelands of pain that we endure or you can measure it by the brief moments of bliss. If I measured life by the shit, I would have gone psychotic by now. Totally and utterly psychotic.
I love how women like to say we are unemotional sex maniacs. We kill ourselves over this stuff and we are supposed to be apes. Fuck.
If you need to talk, bro, my # is 808-780-4756. Call, but dont talk. Ill get your (Unless it is marked as "private" than you should leave me a brief message with your number) # from that and clal you back. I have free long distance of sorts for my Uncle Sam.
LitandLeftBurnin
