Wednesday, February 2


Conclusive.

I cannot and will not inflict my view of life on others. So read at
your own risk and what not.


I'm sick of myself, most of all... and I'm sick of the way others make me feel.
I'm sick of being used and of depending so much.
I'm sick beyond belief of the monotony of school.
I'm sick of not having anyone to talk to.

I'm sick of my free time being scrutinized.
I'm sick of music failing to engage me.
I'm sick of obsessing.

I'm listening to a song called OD by Sunna.

I'm sick of false friends.
I'm sick of one track minded people.
I'm sick of two faced bastards.

I'm sick of being flirted with.
I'm sick of being ignored.
I'm sick of my friggin life.

I'm sick of my work.
I'm sick of brainless tasks.
I'm sick of having my brain melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew.

I'm sick of Scully.
I'm sick of Theatre.
I'm sick of movies.

I am SICK of plays

I'm sick of people telling me what to think.
What to do
and what to say.

I'm sick of people telling me what's
RIGHT
and what's
WRONG

I'm sick of being taken care of.
I'm sick of being sick.
I'm sick of not being free.

I'm sick of caring.
I'm sick of loving.

I'm sick of being let down.
I'm sick of losing.
I'm sick of being cold.

I'm sick of the LJ.
I'm sick of technology.
I'm sick of things not working.

I'm sick of being nice.
I'm sick of being a friend.
I'm sick of worries.

I'm sick of politics.
I'm sick of sports.
I'm sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick of food.

I'm sick of being alone.

And I think that's it.


That and the fact that I keep insulting the one person I don't want to insult...

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