Beaten, Bruised but not Broken

Dec 15th, 2004 6:56:24 pm - Subscribe
Mood: sorrowful

Today was shaping up to be such a good day, it was a nice mild day, and I was walking to college with Maria when some guys walked up to me and started hitting me, saying I was that guy from college that thought he was better than everyone.
I really hate society, how can people like this exist, just because I'm different from them, because I understand more than them their afraid. I really do pity them sometimes.

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Bad Day...

Dec 14th, 2004 9:42:38 pm - Subscribe
Mood: wounded

So my girlfriend hid my glasses so I couldn't see for a few hours, I got them back, I hate it when she does that....Sometimes though I don't think I deserve this great relatioship I have with her, even thou the dark patches are developing more and more.
I wrote this poem about her.

Stealing of glasses stealing of heart
Why does thou not have a go kart
with which you could take me to New York
Where you could show me Mars
Oh tender oxen.

It's all metophoric though, you've got to work it out yourself.

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