this is ridiculous.  looking at all the stupid patterns, i'm mad at myself and i'm mad at everything really.  nervous, confused, excited, angry.

where is the happy?  hmmm?

i'll be around.  those of you who know or don't know where to find me.  i'll be here, in my head. 
i have numbers if you want to call.

i have too much free time, even working forty hours a week.

shannon's taking me to court.  so much for "fuck off."

i like the human race less every time i slow shit down to think.

let's go get stoned.

we hold fast and steady
and won't let go til we're ready.

lies, lies, lies.

i don't know why i'm here anymore

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i'm a fucking trainwreck.

i'm suffocating.

i broke up with him. and it's really weird, sitting at his house like this.
i wonder how he feels?

honestly, i hope he finds someone better.
if any of my exes deserve it (and they all do, after tolerating me), it's him.

there's no need for alarm;
i'm just in from the funny farm.
i'm not here to cause harm,
just disable and disarm.

is it bad, i like the pain?

choking me until i almost pass out...
grabbing, scratching, pulling, biting.

grabbing and twisting my wrist until it almost snaps.

there's no such thing as real-life anymore
the lines are blurred
there is no truth
i cannot fear the angry youth
in the corner bleeding on the floor

he has thread instead of eyelashes
stitched through the lid
sewed on tight
just in case the air will fight
its way out along with sight

we couldn't have him witness this

we couldn't have him

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