In the midst of ripping all my fingers off,
I realised,
I was wrong.
Again.
Fuck.
Now, I feel, uncomfortable...
You are really, a liar. Nothing but a liar.
I am naive and deceived.
Stop thinking about it!

Today it is one month until my birthday, and in all my certainty and self-realisation, I am still miserable and scared.

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I said, "but I love you more than you love me, you don't love me anywhere near as much as I love you!"
He said, "how do you know that?"

I said, "but I love you too much. Isn't that a bad thing?"
He said, "didn't I still ask you to come over?"

I said, "but you have so many friends!"
He said, "you're the closest..."

I said, "but I hate you sometimes..."
He ( Read more... )

I said, practice what you preach ( Read more... )

I counted down and then I swallowed poison ( Read more... )

Distance says ( Read more... )

"We wish to be as the careless gods, lying around on Olympus, eternally beautiful, having sex and being entertained by the anguish of others. And at the same time we want to be those anguished others, because we believe...that life has meaning beyond the play of the senses, and that immediate gratification will never be enough."

-Margaret Atwood on ( Read more... )

Restlessness ( Read more... )

Upon reading this testimonial of truth, and fact, and fiction, and lies ( Read more... )