When everything is lonely,
I can be my own best friend.
I get a coffee and the paper;
Have my own conversations:
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection.
The mask I polish in the evenin',
By the mornin' looks like shit.
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Bethy doesn't sleep...
...she just counts sheep. |
I've got a big mouth.
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- WHYISTHISHAPPENINGTOME? WHYAMIFALLINGAPART?
- Sing to me again.
- "Doesn't matter how you feel, life's just a ferris...
- Tripping eyes...
- I don't care what you think as long as it's about me.
- She writes hate in big red letter cos that's all s...
- The time on these posts are 2 hours behind.Kinda l...
- Keep Quiet.
- Laugh at me. I laughed at the blood on the carpet.
- www.morningvision.blogspot.com
- Lua
- Can't sleep cant sleep can't sleep.
- I need to let this spill.
- The End.
- CHapter 14: If You Loved Me, You Would Be Here Wit...
- Chapter 13: I'm Your Mind Giving You Someone To Ta...
- A milli a milli a milli
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You just think you know me.
- Bethy
- I'm Bethy. I write a lot, and most of it makes no sense. Bare with me though, you might get into it.
This is like...
| lying on the rug in your parents front hall at 4am after you realize you aren't really friends with your friends anymore |
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