Love makes us blind, or at least prone to bouts of optimistic misjudgement.
If you stop loving something does it dissappear?
Is that why I'm still here?
.....The only way I justify my loneliness; I cant be love-less because someone somewhereloves believes in me.
Oh, yeah, its Mum, who else; **not you**
If you stop loving something does it dissappear?
Is that why I'm still here?
.....The only way I justify my loneliness; I cant be love-less because someone somewhere
Oh, yeah, its Mum, who else; **not you**
- Mood:Milancholy
And just oncase anyone wondered I feel like shit, and the only think to make me feel better would be a half of methadone.
Something tells me I need to shift some bodyfatweight.
Clickyclicky. More reasons more reasons. scritscratching? Pain, not at all. Stupidstupid.
Stay away, hide it from them. hide them from it :(
bags and sacks, eye bags and ball sacks.
Skinsag, sad fact.
Skin sags from years of stretch marks.
Too many needy people, none of whom aid my dreams so fuck you.
Hmmm, sorry I have no time to fanny around you, you have a car come see me.
Do you know how scary you are, how can I?
Hiding is easy.
At least when they find you, you know it's you they want to see.
Come find me, you thought you'd lost me LONG ago, sorry it's not that easy, would you do the same for your 3-legged dog?
Fattyfattyfatfat, Pandafacepandaface, GaygayGaypuff, we all fall down.
- Mood:
angry
At times like these I wish I had the clothing of a dead loved one. To smell and remember.
Apologies to those this offends.
Apologies to those this offends.