Corremos al fuego Nuestros pies chisporrotean Como un desayuno de madrugada. Sabemos que no es correcto; No nos importa, Corremos, Corremos, y nos quemamos.
Debería valer la pena. Nuestros manos sucios se sonreyen Cuando nos descubren.
En el cèsped feo, descanso, repugnè por nosotros. Me besas mi cara Y levanto con el sabor de sus quimicas en mi boca. Dividí correr, correr, y caerme en el fuego. -----------
We run to the fire Our feet sizzle Like an early morning breakfast. We know it isn't right; We don't care, We run, we run, and we burn.
It should be worth the suffering. Our dirty hands smile As we discover eachother.
In the ugly grass, I rest, Disgusted by us. You kiss my face And I rise with the taste of your chemicals In my mouth. Torn, I run, I run, and I fall into the fire.
So, I went to the sketchy whole foods in Tenleytown yesterday. I have to say it was pretty intense. All three of us couldn't find anything in the whole damn store, everything was twice as expensive as a regular store, they had a whole huge section of just wine and cheese, and it smelled kinda funny. The food was damn good, though. I would have to say it was too good. It made me feel so awkward and uncultured, but I had an awesome time there with Dave and Dan from my foreign policy class. We went to buy our friend Anne a cake for her birthday today (which we gave her yesterday) and managed to pick up a few other things along the way.
It's almost time for Foreign Policy class. Yay or nay? I can't decide.
I thought it was over. I thought it was over. Why? I know why. I need to stop thinking about the things that hurt me and the people who have betrayed and destroyed me. Sounds easy, huh? Not so much. I hurt so much. I am like an empty corridor; I can feel the pain resonate against my walls. Is this a panic attack? It almost feels like one the way my arms are so numb and shaky. I am so afraid. No more. PLEASE no more! I don't want this anymore. I can handle anyone else leaving me and betraying my precious trust. PLEASE stay with me. PLEASE understand me and help me through this. I just need someone to trust that won't leave me. It's too bad that will never happen. People don't understand me. I am not trying to play a game with anyone, it just happens. I wish someone would just help me. They just don't know how. If they can't help me, then how the hell am I supposed to get better? What a futile cause I am. I just wish people would understand how hard this is for me! I wake up every goddamn day and think of suicide, but I don't do it! I don't even get close to doing it! Look, I've even calmed myself down from the near breakdown state I was in before. I wish someone could understand how amazing that is for me. I would normally be in my bed freaking out right now, but I'm not. If I can't get support, can I at least get some acknowledgement? I need something for all of these steps I am taking. I am working my ass off to be less negative and be more social and less of a bitch to people. I don't expect a parade or anything, but the occasional, honest, "I really appreciate how you are trying to be more positive" would send me over the moon. Maybe I am just asking too much. I'm sorry. Ugh!!!!!!!
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