

AnnoyingYou make me watch everymove You judge my body You judge my habbits You judge my lifestyleAnnoying
You can't treat me this way You belong to me You are mine to use as I see fit You don't own me
I don't need you I don't need this abuse I can replace you I would be better off without you
If I didn't like you so much, you'd be out on the street.


I'm an antI know a forest. Where the sun shines strong, and the leaves are greedy.I'm an ant
The trees always want more light. More light. They grow taller, and wider. Branches reach out and overlap, putting each other in the shade. The shade is bad.
In the forest there is an ant colony. Where there is plenty of room, and the queen is greedy. The ants work hard. Very hard. They need more hills, more tunnels. Whole trees have been hollowed out by their drones. Sloth is bad. I'm a tree in the shade. I'm a lazy drone.


The Letter I Never Wrote YouI'm writing a letter. To someone. Someone I will never see again. Nor do I want to.The Letter I Never Wrote You
Regardless of the letter, I would not see them. Regardless of my feelings, I will not see them. The letter is to let them know I don't care. I don't care enough to visit. I don't care enough to call. I don't even care enough to write a letter.


Scared of the DarkI'm finally alone. All day, walking in crowds, driving in traffic, eating in restaurants, talking to friends, visits from relatives. Now I rejoice for a moment's peace! I turn the speakers up louder than necessary because no one will complain. I throw all the dirty dishes in the sink. They can wait to be washed, because they only need to be cleaned for myself. I could take the laundry out and fold it, but the dryer will make a suitable drawer for a few more hours. The cold perogies in the fridge beckon out to me, "Eat us! The sour cream is going bad, and it's freezing in here!". So I rescue the potato pockets from their chilled prScared of the Dark


nonexistent people"something's wrong."nonexistent people
"what makes you say that?"
"your shirt is white."
"so?"
"so, it's just white. there's nothing on it- no dirt, no ink, no blood."
"i guess you're right."
"so, what's wrong?"
"i don't remember how to speak."
"you're talking right now."
"that's irrelevant."
"yeah?"
"yeah. i'm running my mouth but i'm saying nothing. i'm thinking all these things, and i can't say them. i'm sitting straight but everything is angled and i think i'm falling when i'm only standing still."
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"That whole theatre thing, yeah, I'm kind of addicted to it. It's like my heroin." ~ Me
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Misery fucking loves us,
AND WE LOVE HER TOO!
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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So sick of trying, so sick of crying, yeah I'm smiling but inside I'm dieing.
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