deliamber

Have you ever had a moment of divine realization, when you become aware that you have finished your life long before your breathing stops?

I don't know anything about anything anymore..... My days of obsolute are obsolete. I have the memory of a goldfish, and the attention span of a drunk mime.

I thought I was done with teen angst, and post-teen angst.... I think I'm sick of growing up, and sick of recreating reality based on the flawed truths of all the fuckwads who claim to care about me. Deliver me from the leg-humpers!! More, deliver me from sincerity..... whats left of me anyway.

My GAWWD, could there *be* more melodrama? I'm tired kids.... tired of making sense.


" I didn't mean to hurt you babe, but you're pretty when you cry....

I didn't really love you babe, but I'm pretty when I lie..."