What is truth, anyway?Is it in anything I say?I swear I'll never lie -That I'd rather dieIt's so easy to believeEven as I deceive.Truth is a dream -the clippetty-clip-clopof the high heelsof a woman on the hop.Prick-prick-pricking,stabbing the stonethough she's walking aloneTruth is a lieuntil you die.It's all in your head,the black and the red,debits and credits -nothing truly fits.Meaningless ...
I'm still trying to get the picture out of my head.But I'm getting ahead of myself... There I was, walking innocently along the road, minding my own business.. when suddenly, they filled my vision. I couldn't focus on anything else, I was staggered. Leggggs! I looked up for barely a second, and up and up until finally my eyes met ...
I oughta be at work today. And I would be, if I weren't feeling so shitty. I've no idea what makes me get sick so often, but I've a feeling it's got something to do with me being so mentally wrapped up in stupid problems - mine and other people's. But I don't know how reliable that is, 'cause I ...
You might've noticed this whole blog has been in the third person so far. In case you were wondering, which I doubt you were, 'cause no one seems to read this anyway, it was this way because I wanted to distance myself from the part of me that felt all those things.This has been my venting blog for a while ...
She doesn't know how to begin. She takes a deep breath and tries to start over, but none of it makes any sense. She can't remember how this happened. How she ended up here, surrounded by people, feeling all alone again. She thinks it's funny that she's feeling this way, because all she remembers is a warm, fuzzy feeling of ...
She tries to laugh. A harsh, guttural screech escapes her, mirthless. They look at her. She looks at them. They all know what comes next.Continued here...