"Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold As his sad heart has lain" -James Joyce - She Weeps Over Rahoon
I'm my own ******** person, and I try to be no one else. I don't care what it looks like. People have ******** similarities. I don't know why I even bother, because you wouldn't believe it. Believe it or not, before she even wrote that, I was thinking the exact same thing. I really was. But you wouldn't believe it. You wouldn't.
I don't try to be like her. I really don't. At least... I don't think I am.
I don't want to be like her. I just like grammar. I like writing. I like reading. I do. But you just wouldn't ******** believe it. You just think I'm full of s**t. But you're full of s**t. I don't even know who you are.
Leave me the ******** alone. You don't know me. Leave me the ******** alone and ******** graduate already.
Musical Rainbow · Mon Apr 13, 2009 @ 04:42pm · 0 Comments |