....

crisis of faith in the human race

in my sick fantasy
ill cut myself infront of you, so you can see,
and i can wach the look on your face as you
run the other way, instead of sitting down to put your arms around me.

or- i wont reveal a thing
and just use you, let you use me. your
heart is empty, like everyone elses for me
i want to feel it bit ageinst my chest,
my heart is decaying
i want to give up, i never will...
or already have.. i never know.

alcohol... people like me better with alcohol

niddles. arrows.

i had another one of those dreams, a girl I know, trying to sabotage me.
my sister sending people to beat me up
people dismissing me

tomorrow it happens in real life- you walking past me in the hallway,
you didn't even intend to kiss me yesterday. i started it.
what am i fuckin' complaining about???