She sits down and without a moments end the tears of utter frustration bewilder her young skin.
Foolhardiness makes its home, the absence of desire.
Well known fact it is, that something is there, eating away at her soul.
The fake facade of smiles and happiness is getting old and worn out, harder and harder to hide the sheer dissatisfaction.
Watching the [...]
Archives: January2009
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withers & defiance.
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puppet shoes & lil wayne.
This is me writing bad.
Please ignore if you don’t like me rambling on about my bad day.
Proceed to more profound and quality writing, NOW.
The kind of day where getting out of bed seems like much of an effort bewilders me.
Perhaps its the only day I wake up and truly see myself in the mirror.
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styrofoam & palms.
Her eyes slowly fade of exhaustion. The white lines of the mid-road turn to curves of illusion.
Destination? Las Vegas, baby. A need for cool-down atmosphere.
The events back “home” are out of hand, perhaps lethal.
This vacation will suit her, the elite will breath, and perhaps her impertinent mistake will be looked over.
Several vulgar words seep, as [...] -
gypsy rain & doinking.
Wednesday.
- I have to wake up in X hours. I am so annoyed.
- I would smoke a cigarette, but then again, I haven’t smoked one in a while. Like a week.
- I can’t sleep, apparently neither can the neighbor.
- Cats, Teddy bears, who gives a fuck?
- 5 out of 8 pills lay on my desk, [...]
