| okay so i don't hate you now that we're friends again, but i still don't like the mars volta.
le sigh.
i know i'm taking a break from matters of the heart, but there is this one boy who i can't ever get out of my mind. :(
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| i hate you.
a lot.
i really do hope you get married, realize you're gay when you're forty and it ruins your life.
AND THE MARS VOLTA SUCKS. |
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| i have so many crushes and so many have crushes on me.
I've narrowed it down to three.
matt, bobby, and ian.
matt is 22. that's kind of weird.
bobby is a jerk and has somehow become jake's bitch. no good.
ian wins.
that was easy.
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| I hate seagulls and I hate being sick
I hate burning my finger on the toaster and I hate nits
I hate fallin over
I hate grazing my knee
I hate pickin off the scab a little bit too early
I hate getting toothache
I hate when it’s a pisstake
I hate all the mistakes I make
I hate rude ignorant bastards and I hate snobbery
I hate anyone who if I was serving chips wouldn’t talk to me
But…I…have…a friend…
With whom…I like to spend
Anytime…I…can find…with
I like sleepin in your bed
I like knowin what is goin on inside your head
I like takin time and I like your mind and I like when your hand is in mine
I like getting drunk on the tunes by the beach
I like pickin strawberries
I like cream teas and I like reading ghost…stories
My…heart skips a beat every time that we meet
It’s been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory
But now you’re back and I am fine cos you’re with me
And I’m in love…with you
And I…can’t find the words to make it sound unique…but…
Honestly…you make me strong! I can’t believe I’ve found someone this kind
I hope we carry on
Cos you’re so nice and I’m in love…with you… |
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| I think I'm suffering from paranoia. Now that I found out that everyone has been lying to me for over a year, I can't believe anyone is telling the truth anymore. I feel that now that I've discovered so many deep, dark secrets, there must be hundreds, maybe even thousands that I don't even know about. I feel sick....really sick. Did I have this coming to me? Is this my fault? Who's more fucked up...them or me?! How did I not know? Did that even mean anything? Does anything mean anything anymore? I don't believe in anything anymore. I need to meet someone who will make me believe in things again..someone who doesn't believe in lying.
The sad part is that I'm more relieved than distressed about knowing. What you don't know won't hurt you? That's the biggest load of bull shit ever written. What I didn't know...the mystery...the confusion is what ate me up inside. Now that I know the truth, everything makes sense, and I finally have closure.
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