Sometimes They Do.....
January 12, 2002 @ 3:49 p.m.
Don't take the fucking high road with me, bastard. I care so much I hate you right now. I fucking hate myself.
Here's another new one, another new rant, all pointless bullshit in two weeks. Sorry about all the entries today, but when you're stuck at work with jack nothing to do, then trust me, it's the only way to pass the time sanely. And even I'm not accomplishing that really well.
I have another new poem I wrote. I don't like it, because I'm angry at myself, not the person I wrote it for. But I still say he's playing me a bit, even if I know I'm wrong in saying so.
You think it's cool to use me
You think it's cool to care
Why don't you forget about me
I'd rather say you're not there
Than if you'd be and try to hurt me
I'd rather you were out of line
Then maybe the sky would dance again
and you'd be right behind
I don't pretend to call your name
I know I'm shouting to deaf ears
because every time you go away
All I want is you to be here
And I guess I don't mind
if you've got someone else to see
'Cause at the end of the day
You'll come cursing back to me
You know what the problem is? Honestly, it's that nobody seems to care. Like, really care. Care violently enough to catch me, to swing me out of this mood that can destroy me. I suppose I shouldn't rely on others to catch me...I should be caught on my time, by myself, with myself watching. But there's no romance in that, there's no white steed and blushing bride and rose petals. Someone care, someone fucking CARE, please, either way. Hate me, love me, don't fucking ignore me anymore, please!
I gotta get out of this funk before Sean tonight. Prozac, anyone?
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