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Tiired. And Tiiiresome. With two and three eyes respectively. Life is moseying along on a right and ready path. I sleep, eat and work. In my free** time, I seduce the unwilling and the unloved. ** My time is rarely free. The going rate is aout $15.80 an hour. Partial Insomnia has become impartial to me. As partial as my love affair with a beautiful person, who should become the sole purpose of my life. And almost as partial as paying the rent. *****Almost***** Bitter and Embittered. Yours Forever. |
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I've written this a thousand times. Every time I get close to finishing this lament of loss of my best friend, everytime I near the ending of my sad sad sonnet of hatred towards her lover, everytime these bitter words spill atop a digitalized world, publicized and angry... Aeonity deletes it because my pudgy hands hit the wrong key. But in a rant, is anything wrong? Fuck you ______. "What would I do without her?" Fuck you _____. Fuck you for taking her and turning her into a fucking creeper zombie like you. Fuck. You. *and this all started out as reaserch for your birthday gift... Stunted love. |
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By the love bug. Confused by nature, Confused by nurture... Confused by the ability to have feelings. When will it finally be okay fo me to feel. Feel something other than animosity and jealousy? I am jealous. But for all the wrong reasons. I should be jealous, but not because of what I AM jealous of. I am so god damned con'FUCKING'fused. Argh. And out. |