Books..

I can't believe it, I'm beginning to think I'm gradually becoming a book-person....


Siwictyhtf, bta, iwbr..

Somehow I wish I could tell you how to feel,
but then again, it wouldn't be real..

I find your lack of faith disturbing.

What I would do to be inspired...
I don't care of what, of whom or what I would do with it.
I just know that I would do anything to have it, that feeling.
That craving for creations. That flowing emotion. It beats everything.
Music, sex, love. Movies, humans, my cat.

It beats it all.


Thought.

Sometimes, I wish you were dead.
But mostly I wish that I was.

Inadequate.

I was so tired that night. I hadn't slept for days.
But after that drunken call you made, that broke off because your battery died..
And you called up right after to say you're sorry and misses me.
I couldn't sleep.

I just laid there and kept going over and over what you just had said.
Me, cute? Me, adorable, you couldn't wait to see me?!? ME!

I'm sorry you never felt that way sober.

Misanthropy for today..

(Misanthropy is a generalized dislike, distrust, disgust,
contempt and hatred of the human species, human nature, or society.)


Sometimes I wonder how we would be if we weren't so damn broken.
I just don't know what to think anymore, we suck at this, at life. Life sucks.

You suck.

You all suck, you're all so fucking sad, you just doesn't know it yet.
But you will all get what you truly deserve, and that aint much.

Truth is, you do mean much.

I'd like to say I'm  sorry. Sorry to all the women out there who have gotten their hearts trampled on. Sorry to the women who feel as though the only way to get men's attention is to dress inappropriately and act in ways that are not very you. Sorry to the ones that suffered through the pain of dealing with your cowardly love finding 'love' somewhere else. I'm sorry for the way you've been treated, the way you've been used, and the way you've been thrown away like you don't mean much.

 

Truth is, you do mean much. You mean a lot. Not just to me, but to the whole world. Look at yourself. Your smile, the way you're so focused on this right now. You are so beautiful. You really are. And you have a big, warm heart that deserves only the finest of men. Or women. Hey, I don't judge.

 

Open that heart to only those who deserve it, and learn to protect your heart from those who don't. I know you're beauty, and I know your strength. Keep hanging on, okay? Some of us really are good. You just have to sift through the pain, keep believing and find your way.

 

We'll be waiting for you.


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