Tuesday, April 05, 2005
I'm a liar
Why do I say I'm fine when I am not?

I'm a bitch
I sick of all that's going on with the entire screwed up and fucked up world

I hate you.
And you.
And you.
And you.
And you.

I don't want to talk to you.
And you.
And you.
And you.
And you.

Why the bloody hell can't people make up their mind.
Why do they always have to think of themselves and them only.
I've had enough of brats and brats and more brats.
You think I want does things too...
News flash the world doesn't revolve around you.
And it only takes one person to screw things up so I don't need one more of you.

I'm PMSing.
So get the bloody fucking hell out of my bloody fucking face.
All of you!
Every single one of you.

YES YOU!


found a pot of gold@ 11:43
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"One Art"

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filled with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost keys, the hour badlly spent
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owne, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-Elizabeth Bishop