hellcatjustine

Lend me your ear and I'll tell you about the things I fear



I don't know where to begin. Perhaps not.

I wish I could just get past this feeling. I wish I could be more...more of anything.

I hate the way I feel, but I can't change it. I wish that I could. I want to be a sitcom mom, instead of a fuck up. I want a normal range of emotions and rational thought processes and reactions. Part of my problem these days is I just can't deal with all this shit. It should be within my power to control these things, and it just fucking isn't. and that kills me. Not to mention it makes me ever so pleasant to be around.


I need to get a job soon. Before I lose my mind. and my house.

At least the Batmobile is paid for.

Isn't this part of my life where I'm supposed to be a grown up? When the fuck does that happen?



"I'd always imagined that things would be so much different than they are now. If someone had told me a few years back that this is where I would be now, I'd have stepped in front of a bus. Because that would have been going with some dignity, instead of the slow and methodical loss of my sanity that's been going on.

When your death is unexpected, people tend to lose sight of your shortcomings. When your life force is prematurely extinguished, it makes everyone remember all the good things about a person, instead of that fact they were a jobless derelict, and they never paid back that money that they borrowed from you three months ago.

Oh God I said life force. I have become a total loser, haven't I? Quick, get me the drain cleaner. "



I am Jack's shaking hands
I am Jack's nervous anxiety
I am Jack's blatant mistrust of the world.

I am
I am
I am
I am...not. that seems to be the problem.






I am not invisible to the naked eye
I hope your airbag runs away with your inflatable doll
Im looking for the time honored bread sauce
Of a happy ending
I think youve got one way pockets
Your pants are depressed
Gonna hide your teeth
So you wont eat between meals
Say boys! If you give just another whiskey
Ill be glad
Doctors is all swabs
Many the long night they talk of cheese in here folks
Toasted, mostly
Where is the goiter with the brindle hair?
The bony fighter
Bring us your ring of words
When the right man drinks them
Biter and fate beater?
Nothing like a little judicious levity I say
Primate speech center here
When you came out the nurses jumped up on chairs
You were nursed by your father
Mental cheerios would be better rounded
Chaos is preferred
Emotional Twinkies aint bad either
Fear of serious injury cannot alone justify
Suppression of free speech
On the other hand
You lurkity lurk
In insidious encroachment
Scouting spruces
They are not guided by the light of reason
They shall not pass
I am not batty- just confused and in the dark
Form ever follows fellow functions
Or something like that
Metaphysical garbage
You cant hold me down
Without staying down with me
And dont you forget it



If at first you dont succeed, I dont suggest you play Russian roulette