I wanna see the road before i hit it. Im so drunk and their so mean. It's not that i want to fly over this bridge, It's just that i've thought about it. It's not that im unhappy, but it's something like it. You can't aalways get what you want, Which is unfortunate because i always get what i want. Im not kidding. Just kidding. Not. What? It sucks to trust people man. Anyway, I started work this week, Which is sweet because i like my job and don't mind being up at 730 everyday of my life. I don't know, Nothing is new, Everything is the same. Not true. I just don't feel like talking about the one thing that did change, then changed again, and i juuusttt -- Can't think about it today. or tomorrow, or ever again.
I don't know i snap in and out of these moods, I know this is going to sound crazy, But sometimes i honestly don't know what im doing. ...To the point where i do something, or say something and right after have to stop and be like "wait -- What the fuck, Did i just do that?" Im not mad at anyone, Im mad at everything. It's nothing personal, But it's really fucking personal. I just need this month to be over, December is going to be so fucked up, Im just sick of going to bars and parties where i have fun for an hour and then remember i would rather be in my bedroom alone. Im fucking bummmmmed. For no reason, And im not even bummed. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! Because i sure as hell don't. Im not in love, Im not lonely, Im not happy, Im not sad. I just exsist. And that fucking sucks man. Anyway.. Uhh Im on my brothers computer and one of the bookmarks is "masonWiki" What the fuck does that even mean?
What you did was unfair. And im disipointed. ..If you wanted to know. Fuck man!
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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”