May 28, 2010

  • back in school they never taught us,
    what we needed to know.
    like how to deal with despair,
    or someone breakin' your heart.
    twelve years i've held it all together,
    but a night like this is beggin' to pull me apart.

    i remember i kept thinking,
    that i know you never would.
    and now i know i want to kill you,
    like only a best friend could.

    so is that what you call a getaway?
    tell me what you got away with,
    cause i've seen more spine in jellyfish.
    i've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.

    this is the kind of thing you'd call pathetic, oh so beneath you.  but really the only thing that keeps my sickly, feverish brain from breaking apart is singing along to these songs, as loud as i can, imagining the words hammering into your skull.

    what a time to be sick.  fuck this noise.  going to go buy some cold meds, puffs plus lotion, and sim the night away.  maybe when i wake up tomorrow i'll be able to breathe.  in more ways than one.

    ps. i actually broke my face today.  how talented am i!?