What More Can I Say? | |
October 27, 2004 //_ 8:48 PM | |
just a little nervous for a phone call, or actually seeing you at the show. but i'm going to take it as simple as everything can be. probably blown out of proportion anyway. everything's getting a bit confused and stressful, but i think i can handle it. i think i'm actually getting overweight now. no one notices though cause it's all in my gut but i swear to god, its bloated like a dead pig on the side of the street. i've been lifting weights and doing crunches to try and tone up. there's a picture i have of some random guy that i want to have the same features as him. he hangs right next to my pillows. "when everythings made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am" i want to get in a fight. a punch in the mouth, a bruised body .. i want something to break the skin. but more importantly : i want to hurt them back. i want this pent up anger released. but i don't know how. somebody hate me. |
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