Wednesday, December 20, 2006
before i head to my doctor's later. i'd let you in on something. you know how we all say that ...
'oh , geralyne hasn't grown out of the cutting stage'. ?
you know those very lines ... well. if its the
last pleasure that i have left in this world ; its got everything to do with my blades and compasses. heh.
i don't know why , but
the feeling is way better then anything i can think of. at least it eases me. at least.
if its the last thing that i do for her.
i cut. heh. easy as ABC. i cut.
i am a cutter and damn fucking proud of it. its eased now since
i am on medication. but i am a frequent cutter. i think i should
get a membership card done or something along those lines man. damn it.
well ... whichever it is.
please congraulate me.on my
resistance against the incubus. oh hell she has
no right to control my life. maybe it was
fated her calls didn't suffice. cause
i really didn't get them. not like
i am lying or anything. but thing here is that ... i didn't get it.
swear my butt off to anything. i didn't get it.
oh wells.
resistance to shopping is futile. but its
no more futile when it comes to you. everything becomes ...
inconvinient ; messy ; cloudy and i am the only one suffering. but playing is definately welcome.
BUT not from the incubus. no no ... i am not that stupid.
I WILL NEVER BE YOUR FUCKING BF EVER AGAIN.if anyone is going to control my life.
it ain't the incubus.
it should be me. enough of this ...
melo-dramatic nonsensical life you lead.don't.
don't pull me in with you.i don't want to die along insanity.
i want insanity to die along with me.god damned mother fucking strawberry shortcake pudding pie.
kaaye\.- may these be the last words ;i write for you.
memories locked at Wednesday, December 20, 2006