Saturday, May 31, 2008

I hate everything about you.

It's no new realization that I hate everything about me. It's just new that I'm letting people know.
No one cares. Even though they pretend they do.
"It'll be fine." and it won't. YOU DON'T FUCKING CARE.
You're happy. So what if no one else is.
SELF CENTERED LITTLE BITCH.


I feel dead. I hate feeling dead.
Joining the black parade.
STAY HERE. I don't want you anymore. I want to be selfish. I want to care about no one else. It's my turn.

Keep ignoring me. Keep apologizing even if you don't mean it. I'm done fucking listening to you.

You hate everything about me.
I hate everything about you.

BACK THE FUCK OFF. YOU NEVER FUCKING CARED. AND YOU NEVER FUCKING WILL.

I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU.

Keep pushing me farther and farther away. Keep hating everything about me. Keep saying you love me. Keep lying. Keep feeling sorry for everyone but the ones who deserve it.


I don't want your pity. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you don't really care. Because every action shows that you don't.


I've come to the conclusion that no one's got hart and sole anymore.
Just like he said.

No one tells the truth anymore.
No one.
Not you.
Not me.
Not them.
Not one fucking person.

Tell me how much we're the same.
You're nothing like me.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

sick day #3.

I want to jump off the planet and disappear into nothing.
Maybe my ashes will corrode the atmosphere.

Just threw a fit and punched the shit out of a wall.
YAY BETHY.

"and, like today I love you more than yesterday, but much less than tomorrow."


I thought the changes were just skin deep at first. But they're not. You've really changed. I hate you. Everything about you.

I never thought I'd say that.
HA.
Oh the relief I feel in not worrying anymore.

Deep down I know you're still in there. You're a good person, I swear it.
SHOW IT.



Come jump with me.

I hope you'll change back.
Transform.

Oh. Congratulations on being a daddy. Hope you enjoy it.

Oh. And congratulations on being the biggest sell out ever.

That's going to piss off so many people. Okay. Alright. Okay. Alright.

You don't really care anymore, you used to, I swear you did. But you don't any more. You regret it, don't you? Getting so big. So famous. So important yet unimportant.
This isn't about me not wanting you to be happy, like I've been accused of so many times. Because I'm glad you're happy. I really am. I'm glad you've got everything you wanted. I just wish that you'd stop complaining about the fame and cameras and BULLSHIT when you make more money than some third world countries. I don't want the old you back, because the old you wasn't happy. I want you to be human again. To be like the rest of us. Like you used to be.
You're a robot.
What you always wanted.

Good fucking luck, buddy. Hope you enjoy the rest of your happy little life.

WHERE'S ME 3AM EMPTY BED BLUES BABY?


You're bed's not as empty as mine.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Heart surgery isn't that bad.

Dear nobody,
I'm lost without you. I don't have you. Maybe I'll never be found. Maybe you don't exist. Maybe I don't either. I don't believe in love, but maybe I should. I can't. Are you out there, lil nobody? Can you hear me? I need you. I can feel it. It's there. I know it is. Because when I look at you, I can feel it. This is important. Don't ask why, I know it to be true. Keep writing.

All I bleed is words.

All we are is hopeless babies.

No future. Maybe some. Possible legacies, we just haven't been notified. The only living being who wants to be a robot.
TIN MAN HEART. It'd be much easier. I'm tired of feeling. I need you, somebody. I need you, nobody. I don't love you. Not yet. Give me your love. I want to curl up and sleep inside of it, then you can have it back. That's all I ask. Maybe I can keep part of it. I need something to hold onto. I've got nothing to give. Sorry for that. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
Love? It's not true. It doesn't exist.
Maybe we stand a chance. Not tall. We're hunched over. Pick me up. Carry me away. Am I sincere or just begging for attention? Not the latter, I assure you.

Can you keep a secret? I can't stop loving you. Sew your lips. Zip 'em up. Lock them tight. Throw away the key. Toss it in the ocean. Gone forever. Now that we're done. I'm not sorry. Sorry for that. What a misfortune. Now only lasts a minute.
LAUGH ME ASLEEP.
I want to wake up next to someone just so I know the world hasn't stopped turning without me. Just so I know I still exist.
Goodnight, nobody. Goodnight.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Maybe I should just stop trying.

What this is is never going to be what I want it to be.
You'll never love me like I love you.


The thought of forever scares the shit out of me.
The possibility of being alone FOREVER is even worse. But there's a good chance that it's going to happen.
I'm tired of liars and overdramatics. Talkers and poor-me's.
If I can't complain, neither. can. you.
Keep your mouth shut.
No one care's about your petty bulshit problems.
Nothing will matter in five years.
WE won't matter, you especially.


Who. Am. I. Kidding.
I'm just talking shit.
No matter how much you hurt me I could never hate you.
I could never not forgive you.
I coould never not worry every second of the day about you.

Maybe you're in the same situation. Maybe no one is.
Maybe I don't love you. Maybe no one does.
Maybe no one feels like this. Maybe no one has.

Love me or leave me, I'm done wasting time.