Saturday, February 09, 2008
Dial 1800 Oms.I hate it when people throw words around, like they're just that. No meaning, no consequences. I hate it that you threw your words around, I hate that it affected me. That it actually meant something to me, that I actually thought it meant something. I feel like a zombie, walking around with scenes of you replaying in my head over and over. The worst part is, is that Im so fucked, like one of those fucking delusional people who believe in shit.I never really liked you. I just loved the idea of you. And damn, wasn't that a great idea.You stood at your door with your hands on my waist, and you kissed me like you meant it.
I know that you meant it.
__________________________________________________________Sigh, I have no idea what Im going on about, am so knackered but my brain is working on over speed and the voices in my head wont shut up. Its like having an FM radio jammed up my head. And this fucking ant in front of me is running in circles and is making me dizzy and I have no idea how relevant that is but whatever.And normally Id shut up right now but evidently my filtration system is not working. Also have no idea why I let half sober people drive me out in the Am's and then walk out during a red light intersection traffic light to throw rubbish. And the shits wearing off and fatigue is over riding me. bye