i feel sick, there's a pit in my stomach, and i feel like i'm about to implode. i want to scream something, to yell and tell someone i hate them. but i won't. i want to make them feel as rotten, yes, rotten as i do now. i hate this. i hate that i'm the only person who feels liek this, or maybe i'm not, but i'm the only one who i know does for sure. though i can't tell anyone, if i did, it'd actually end up as "i hate you, i honestly can't stand you, ******** off for good" but i won't because i wouldn't mean it, i'd just be trying to hurt their feelings to the point mine are at. Even though, hearing "i hate you" from me wouldn't be all that damaging. I'm not really someone you care that much if it came from because i'm not serious, and, that's the pot calling the kettle black [old youthenisms.] so ********, me being the predictable it's obvious what my plans are for the rest of the night. i am ghost. hopeless dreams. a flash of silver. and my notebook.
.!conoclast. · Mon Oct 09, 2006 @ 05:07am · 1 Comments |