I'm not going to shut up and be subservient. I will not succumb to this disgusting portrait you painted and expect me to fit into. Arguably, the hardest part of life is living in it. And here I am living no thanks to you. I can't breathe with you all around me. Constantly down my neck. Can't you see you're suffocating me? Like vultures, you walk in a tight circle around my dead body, picking off what you want and leaving the rest of me for the other scavengers. Well guess what? It's over. I know that doesn't change what I want. I want you. I'm just being weak and selfish. And it's killing me. I can't let this go on. The worst part is I feel sorry for you. You are clearly so self centered that none of you see what you're doing. And just like I've always said, like it has always been, SSDD...People always leave. They checkout of their skulls and leave me there to keep them company.
Fucking fuck.
I wouldn't mind if you kept me company. But I most certainly wouldn't checkout of my skull. Hell, it was shitty enough checking out of an Econolodge...
(But at least I destroyed, then stole, the phonebook)
Posted by: TSM | June 02, 2009 at 23:08
I do not think I have ever seen you subservient.
How does one checkout of their skull? Is it like astral projection? I always thought that would be a cool ability to have.
Posted by: Cherub | June 03, 2009 at 00:59
Wow. Harsh.
Posted by: Captain | June 05, 2009 at 17:46