a witch of words
Before I came here to be nestled by thick sea and brothers, the world was gently robotic and I couldn’t help but feel that oh, young mornings, petals & all are just so boring; I’ve seen it all before this clumsy jack-in-a-box. Always jumping out at me, a gloomy concertina with filled hands. But I have seen your gold and your flashes and your ( Read more... )
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{sorry for replying again, i don't want to inundate you but i just feel so sorry i offended you & want to clarify things}
It seems to say that everyone who cuts themselves also starves themselves, listens to Fiona Apple, is a fan of Angelina Jolie, reads Shakespeare, writes clumsily, is attention-starved...well, you get the idea. Ouch.
that is the thing, mary :) i don't mean that everyone who cuts themselves also starves themselves, and lalala. but if you look at the typical teenage girls i am referring to, i mean just scour lj and you will see the ones to which i am referring. they are all so stereotypical. they all have that common grouping of starving cutting angelina fiona, etc, etc.
and that's THEM. thats where they find themselves.
you on the other hand,
and i,
well these are just fragments and tangents. yes, i listen to fiona apple. yes, i like angelina. yes i am very self-destructive. but i don't find identity in that. that is not all i am. there is more ( ... )
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