I fear for my generation when we use drugs to claim good grades. But right now I'm on drugs and it has nothing to do with concentration or good grades. i'm in my prom dress, I feel the only way to appropriately welcome in the promise of a new year is in fake eyelashes and heels. I'll curse the day I ever decided to wear them. Well- lets think about it. They add two inches to my attempt at touching the stars. And progress is always appreciated I suppose. "Hey, my beer is empty! Did one of you sick fucks play a prank on me? I'm taller than I was before! I'll take you on no questions asked. Fuck!!" i hate it when members of the opposite sex playfully manhandle you as they take the joke too far. But I gracefully recover as I encounter another beer. Ecstacy is all the rage until youre too drunk to feel it. And you think to yourself, "What a waste," and then someone will ask, "What's that?" and I forget that my inner monologue has failed me yet again.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
An attempt at insanity
Sometimes I only see darkness in a sea of day that blinds me from ever thinking straight. But then again, I'm five kinds of sheets thrown into the wind what I see outside my window. But I never go outside my window. People are marked by their strange nuances and I hold no exception to the rule. "I used to chew on those paper cups after I ate my muffin" Why did I just tell you that. Nevermind, I didnt say anything... I don't know you well enough-Shit. this perfect stranger knows too much. a bit too dramatic if I kill him. I'll say it again. "When I was little-" Shit no ones listening...nevermind. "Oh, you are listening. Well nevermind anyway. It's none of your business and I'll thank you to stay out of my personal life." I wonder how far I can dig this hole before I just can't get out. Probably at the moment I smoked that joint. I knew this would happen. I never fail to arouse general concern for my mental and emotional stability in my attempt to socialize.
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Part me goes to Dostoevsky's Notes from Underground when I read this.
ReplyDeleteI love how deep and honest this is.
I have a question about the first and last lines. Whats the connection between the idea of darkness in a sea of day to your inner monologue?