Planet Nergeedor

Apr 4, 2006 at 03:31 o\clock

Fuck 'em all

"Love and other moments
are just chemical reactions in your brain
And feelings of aggression are the absence of the love drug
in your veins, in your veins
Love come quickly
Because I feel my self esteem is caving in
it's on the brink
Love come quickly
Because I don't think I can keep this monster in
It's in my skin
 
Love and other socially acceptable emotions
are morphine, they're morphine
cleverly concealing
primal urges, often felt but rarely seen..." -Savage Garden
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I had a fucked up day. I'm so tired of all of this stuff that goes on around me. I have real problems, like being sick, and can't deal with this childish bullshit. People need to grow the fuck up. I'm tired of being strong. I just want to crawl into a cave and hibernate until it's all over. I stay in the fucking house, I don't say shit to any one, I mind my own business, and yet once again, more bullshit has found a way into my life. Fuck it all. I want to go somewhere, but I have no where to go, I don't have friends, family are just people who are biologically linked to me. I'm so fucking sick of them right now. All of a sudden, they want to care about me and they want to love me. Well, how nice of them to decide that I'm finally important. Fuck them. I don't give a damn what they now want. They should have thought about that when I was a child. The only thing they can do for me is pick an ass cheek and kiss it. Motherfuckers, finally realized what they should have done when I was a child and now they think they can come back into my life and I'm just gonna be all 'gung ho' and go skip through the forest singing kumbaya and holding hands with them. They must be fucking crazy. I am not that same little girl that desperately needed someone. I'm a "big girl now." I grew up, without any affection from them and I sure as hell don't need or want it now. I treat people the way they treat me, no better no worse. So if they don't like the way that I treat them, then they need to take a look in the mirror and realize that while they were being self centered and didn't give a damn about me, I was learning to survive without them. Fucking assholes.
 
Well, maybe I will be moving into that crack house after all. Because the longer I stay here the more my chances of catching a case increase.

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