Sunday, March 1, 2009

So Muddy And Absurd

"I think I'll move out of state, somewhere far from Seattle's city lights, they burn my eyes"

You care more for avoiding conformity, to be more unique. You care about yourself more than the feelings of other people that you've hurt and destroyed; broken relationships that are becoming more and more impossible to mend as your days of ignorance pass by. You say 'Stuff "Ignorance is bliss"', you selfish hypocrite. Status is everything to you, and alike my parents, you make me sick.

"California sounds nice, but California's a lie."

I hate you, you're the only person. I've. Ever. Really. Liked.
And I feel violated, abused. I've got no heart, it's small. It's not where it should be. It's glued to the soles of your feet and I can feel you stamping on it, unintentionally beating it to the pulp, every step you take. And the worst part about it is, you don't even know it.

No comments: