Hello. My Name is Auriane. Today I am Sad. Yesterday, I was Angry. I cant seem to shake the blues this month. They just keep comin round. Perhaps you can help but more likely you will prefer to simply empathize while I get Naked for you. Hold please...
I am unhappy in my surroundings. I feel as if my friends, with the acception of those who have recently come into my life or have been close to me in spirit but are actually across the goddamn Atlantic Ocean, have no idea. This is a discomfort to me, and that's putting it mildly.
I do not feel as if I have sanctuary, and frankly I feel trapped.
I am unhappy with my school, strange, and am slacking like a madwoman and skipping assignments, also highly unusual for me. The walls of my work and my home feel more like decorated, peeling, prison walls than comfort-enablers, and drinking only puts me in bed with some horrible dreams. Men are no solace either, they come and go, (mainly go) as I instruct them and show little or no affection as an obvious Breakup Catalyst.
I can't seem to clean up the messes around me, and the only thing that comforts me is swtiching my life for my-life-in-strange-surroundings. The last time I had a decent nights sleep I was in a Hotel Room With A Stranger.
I feel like a Crumbling Wall of Annie and
My head feels like a Rotten Pumpkin.
I have been steadily acquiring extra tshirts, skirts and pairs of shoes in some strange attempt to throw Glitter over what is obviously Festering.
Can someone tell me,
does it always have to be true that
"whever you go, there you are?"
Cuz if I could just get away from myself,
I think things might work out just fine....
I am unhappy in my surroundings. I feel as if my friends, with the acception of those who have recently come into my life or have been close to me in spirit but are actually across the goddamn Atlantic Ocean, have no idea. This is a discomfort to me, and that's putting it mildly.
I do not feel as if I have sanctuary, and frankly I feel trapped.
I am unhappy with my school, strange, and am slacking like a madwoman and skipping assignments, also highly unusual for me. The walls of my work and my home feel more like decorated, peeling, prison walls than comfort-enablers, and drinking only puts me in bed with some horrible dreams. Men are no solace either, they come and go, (mainly go) as I instruct them and show little or no affection as an obvious Breakup Catalyst.
I can't seem to clean up the messes around me, and the only thing that comforts me is swtiching my life for my-life-in-strange-surroundings. The last time I had a decent nights sleep I was in a Hotel Room With A Stranger.
I feel like a Crumbling Wall of Annie and
My head feels like a Rotten Pumpkin.
I have been steadily acquiring extra tshirts, skirts and pairs of shoes in some strange attempt to throw Glitter over what is obviously Festering.
Can someone tell me,
does it always have to be true that
"whever you go, there you are?"
Cuz if I could just get away from myself,
I think things might work out just fine....
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xoxo
(edited cuz I can't spell).
[Edited on Feb 28, 2005 7:11PM]