this journal entry goes out to good old NC. he knows who he is. don't you just think it's upsetting when people (and i am talking about the majority of them) end up getting really hurt by someone so they take on this really apathetic and moody attitude to prove that nothing or no one matters anymore, espescially the person that fucked them over.
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With some help from johnny walker red
Send the poison rain down the drain
To put bad thoughts in my head
Two tickets torn in half
And a lot of nothing to do
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?
A man in the park
Read the lines in my hand
Told me I’m strong
Hardly ever wrong I said man you mean
You had plans for both of us
That involved a trip out of town
To a place I’ve seen in a magazine
That you left lying around
I don’t have you with me but
I keep a good attitude
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?
I know you’d rather see me gone
Than to see me the way that I am
But I am in the life anyway
Next door the tv’s flashing
Blue frames on the wall
It’s a comedy of errors, you see
It’s about taking a fall
To vanish into oblivion
Is easy to do
And I try to be but you know me
I come back when you want me to
Do you miss me miss misery
Like you say you do?
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Though I must give you many more kudos based solely on the fact that you've arrived at a solution. It seems that I've been the victim of several situations akin to psychic vampirism but indeed it is truly more addicting than any drug, any habit, and the cycle is next to impossible to break, and I'm still having trouble with it, so if you managed to truly break free of it, congratulations to you, it's something I truly wish I could do, but the sad thing is, I have a few more years' worth of "addiction" to feeling happy through other people so it's much harder to break a habit that could be considered lifelong.
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i love your insight to everything you've ever commented on, Daniel!
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I wouldn't have it any other way though. Hopefully I'll talk to you more often.
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I loved ya like a lover
I loved you like a enemy
I loved you like a friend
I loved you like a sickness
and i love that your becoming what you need to be
I was going mad that it was not with me.
so fined happy hands smooth and soft.
at least i'll get to see you grow.
As if you were a tree.
so be you and i'll be me
and we can't afford some change.
And yet we always will.
N.C.
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