Okay, I like Everlast, never had anything against him, but I know want to forcefeed shards of his album to him and watch his throat burst and bleed.
It's so much easier to take out aggressive fantasies on imaginary people. The reason for my ill-excused current hatred of Everlast goes back to, what else, the guy, who has been playing the whole album "White Trash Beautiful" on a loop at work. NOW when I wake up in the middle of the night along with the instantly resurfacing thought that he is a bastard and I hurt, comes the lovely melody "I'm so lonesome I could die..." Which is even worse because that line really should be sung by Elvis in my head.
This is the most worthless sort of rambling but I had to get it out somewhere. I'm visiting my parents in Philly and as happy as I am to see them, every other second has been spent on the verge of nausea thinking "don't think about him don't think about it, STOP MOTHERFUCKING STOP GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE." am officially going crazy over all this nonsense.
If I were a stronger person this wouldn't have happened. I'm so worn down at this point I can't decide if preserving dignity and self respect by cutting off all contact with him isn't actually more dangerous than continuing to put up with him because he's practically the only friend I have left.
::proceeds to stab melodrama::
aren't I out of high school? wtf is this angst shit.
It's so much easier to take out aggressive fantasies on imaginary people. The reason for my ill-excused current hatred of Everlast goes back to, what else, the guy, who has been playing the whole album "White Trash Beautiful" on a loop at work. NOW when I wake up in the middle of the night along with the instantly resurfacing thought that he is a bastard and I hurt, comes the lovely melody "I'm so lonesome I could die..." Which is even worse because that line really should be sung by Elvis in my head.
This is the most worthless sort of rambling but I had to get it out somewhere. I'm visiting my parents in Philly and as happy as I am to see them, every other second has been spent on the verge of nausea thinking "don't think about him don't think about it, STOP MOTHERFUCKING STOP GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE." am officially going crazy over all this nonsense.
If I were a stronger person this wouldn't have happened. I'm so worn down at this point I can't decide if preserving dignity and self respect by cutting off all contact with him isn't actually more dangerous than continuing to put up with him because he's practically the only friend I have left.
::proceeds to stab melodrama::
aren't I out of high school? wtf is this angst shit.
chezgeek:
i didnt think he still had a career.... he was so much cooler as a skinny pale guy in House Of Pain.
with_forevers:
no reply, i guess?