feelings are for the birds.
so is this damn thing
do i even know anyone here anymore?

i'm really not so sure.

1) First grade teacher's name: mrs. hendersen i believe ( Read more... )

he says that i don't talk to him
or tell him things
but i have such a big mouth
how is that even possible?

sometimes i wonder
just how much of my life
i am wasting
just by loving him.

fucking up is just too easy,

or maybe life's best decisions
just seem to be disasters at the time...

optimism my friends
is the only thing
that keeps everyone
from downing cyanide

i suck and i'm stupid and it's 5:30 in the evening and i'm really close to drunk and this is all too ridiculous for words.

why oh why do i have such bad taste?

why oh why do i live here?

oh poppy cock.

in too deep

i drank too much last night
because i am worried about this promotion i really want

and he came and picked me up
and came inside even though all the people in there were his employees
and he was worried about people knowing

and now everyone knows
and he isn't even mad

and he took care of me

i think i picked a winner

i am a corporate whore,

like literally.

score two for the home team.

i have had the same headache on and off for a week and i'm beginning to think that it may just never go away.
so much has(n't) happened in the last three weeks, and i bet you don't know any of it.

i'm changing for the worse and i really don't care what you think of that.

this is being watched.

i would make it friends only
but i have nothing to say anymore anyway.

it is no one's buisness what i am thinking
or feeling
or doing

unless i feel like making it someone's buisness

and i don't feel like feeling anymore.

yeah, yeah the world's smallest violin playing just for me.