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Tired and Lonely
Is all I have been feeling all day today.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Whoever who said Art is an easy 'A', should be shot dead. My optimism has crashed. My pessimism has reigned over. My happiness has deserted me. My sorrow has become obvious. My strength has weakened. My weakness has strengthened. My purpose has disappeared into oblivion. My point has been disregarded. I know I contradict myself alot on my blog. Here's a new one: I refuse to love. That's it. I'm mentally and emotionally incapable of loving anyone. So if you're thinking of toying around, sod off. I don't need you. I just don't bloody need you. All of you. Just. Go. Please. Go find someone else's heart to bend and break. Go find someone else's emotions to toil with. Just go find someone else. Period. "What do I do? What do I say? Fuck you, in the end it all goes away." -SOAD Shannya Jotted Some Thingamagiks AT 11:06 PM
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Just A Pinch ,
I'd like to live on an island.
Where the sands are golden and the water turquoise.
Where the sun is my friend and the moon my guardian.
Where I am only with the people I love and people who love me.
Where music is the only source of oxygen.
Where I can do just about ANYTHING and nobody would give a fuck.
Where unnecessary, materialistic things are just that. unnecessary and materialistic.
Where money doesn't exist because we don't need it.
Where the air is clean and the sky always blue.
Where the only sources of light at night are from fire-flies and the stars above.
Where I have everything i want.
Where laughter never fades away.
Where illnesses are non-existent.
Where there is one race, one religion.
Where there is no heaven and hell.
Where I can sit around and have conversations with God.
Where I can sit around and have conversations with myself.
Where people are not afraid to say "I love you" and mean it ♥
Where nothing really matters.
I'm a dreamer.
So sue me.
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