stolen from the myspace blog archives.

'that's the reason i'm...'


i know...

how to ruin.

and all the ways to count all the ways to count things.

nothing is new.

it's all been felt, dealt, and put out before.

someone threw a wrench into my machine.

the designs i've drawn out for this no longer make sense.

because i have 1,000 hearts and no love.

and i have 1,000 thoughts, but no idea.

and my best laid plans....

are fucking fucked.

'i thought about what you said'

and i don't really give a fuck. 

about any of it.

i also thought about all the times this held me together.

there are no times to speak of.

probably never were.

i'm only as good as the company i keep.

i've been spending a lot of time alone.

that seems incredibly wise to me in times like these.

you've made me lose my faith in history.

thick as thieves, like liars.

i'm tired of spending time with people that don't even know (like) like me.

'sigh, sigh'

i feel...somewhat tricked.
because i don't think you even knew you were like that.
i feel...somewhat annoyed.
for all the trying, it's when my efforts have ceased that any difference is made.
life is firmly unfair.
but...secretly sweet.
i've never been so content lost in my own head.