yoUr bLiSS
Bluelighter
i actually have nothing to say
i did not come here with words in mind
hoping for a whirlwind
settling for forced inspiration
as if i'm really writing
maybe it's just waiting
it's only one letter off
so here i am writing
hmmm...what to write about...i know. the weekend.
a complete contradiction of the last
can't be sober on my b-day now can i?
quite the ridiculous notion to even ponder
especially when just about every single gift you got from the small group of friends who actually managed to make it to your party was either drugs or drug related.
the weekend had it's moments though
they all do
just as they all end in the same way
bored and empty
unfullfilled and meaningless
alright now what?
stalling for topics
stalling for time
how do you feel right now? what's running through your head?
i'm frustrated and pissed off
blame it on low seratonin levels
these temper-tantrums are getting tiresome
each over the smallest and the not so smallest of things
i can't find those fucking cd's. there's gum on the carpet. i have no cigarettes. he's not online. the house is a mess. where are those fucking cd's????
i hate everything right now
even freak is annoying the hell out of me
what? what the hell are you screaming for? you have food and water. just shut up and leave me alone.
yesterday was my birthday
saturday night we partied
this morning i had 7 messages
i heard all the phones ringing
family and friends
calling to wish me well
my mother called 3 seperate times
i ignored them all
too cracked-out to deal
today is not much different
i don't want to see anybody
and don't want to talk to anyone
except for maybe someone
i hoping if i blabber enough
the phone might ring or something
the phones gonna ring while your online huh?
i guess it must be the "or something"
i am slightly disturbed at the moment
i found something i shouldn't have found
read something i shouldn't have read
i never snoop intentionally
but if it's in plain view
i can never resist the temptation
it's not that i am hurt by the comment
just confused and a bit unsettled
the person he truly is inside
keeps me from really caring
yet because of this person he truly is inside
i don't understand the whole thing
especially after everything i have done
and everything i am still doing
oh well
curiousity killed the cat
or the roomate in my case
i've really nothing left to write about
just writing and writing
writing
aiting
iting
ting
ing
ng
g
maybe i should just give up
no real inspiration has come to me tonight
besides it's 7:30 p.m.
getting really late
i need to catch up
on all the sleep i lost
goodnight
giving up
signing off
[ 11 February 2003: Message edited by: yoUr bLiSS ]
i did not come here with words in mind
hoping for a whirlwind
settling for forced inspiration
as if i'm really writing
maybe it's just waiting
it's only one letter off
so here i am writing
hmmm...what to write about...i know. the weekend.
a complete contradiction of the last
can't be sober on my b-day now can i?
quite the ridiculous notion to even ponder
especially when just about every single gift you got from the small group of friends who actually managed to make it to your party was either drugs or drug related.
the weekend had it's moments though
they all do
just as they all end in the same way
bored and empty
unfullfilled and meaningless
alright now what?
stalling for topics
stalling for time
how do you feel right now? what's running through your head?
i'm frustrated and pissed off
blame it on low seratonin levels
these temper-tantrums are getting tiresome
each over the smallest and the not so smallest of things
i can't find those fucking cd's. there's gum on the carpet. i have no cigarettes. he's not online. the house is a mess. where are those fucking cd's????
i hate everything right now
even freak is annoying the hell out of me
what? what the hell are you screaming for? you have food and water. just shut up and leave me alone.
yesterday was my birthday
saturday night we partied
this morning i had 7 messages
i heard all the phones ringing
family and friends
calling to wish me well
my mother called 3 seperate times
i ignored them all
too cracked-out to deal
today is not much different
i don't want to see anybody
and don't want to talk to anyone
except for maybe someone
i hoping if i blabber enough
the phone might ring or something
the phones gonna ring while your online huh?
i guess it must be the "or something"
i am slightly disturbed at the moment
i found something i shouldn't have found
read something i shouldn't have read
i never snoop intentionally
but if it's in plain view
i can never resist the temptation
it's not that i am hurt by the comment
just confused and a bit unsettled
the person he truly is inside
keeps me from really caring
yet because of this person he truly is inside
i don't understand the whole thing
especially after everything i have done
and everything i am still doing
oh well
curiousity killed the cat
or the roomate in my case
i've really nothing left to write about
just writing and writing
writing
aiting
iting
ting
ing
ng
g
maybe i should just give up
no real inspiration has come to me tonight
besides it's 7:30 p.m.
getting really late
i need to catch up
on all the sleep i lost
goodnight
giving up
signing off
[ 11 February 2003: Message edited by: yoUr bLiSS ]
