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Friday, July 09, 2004

the feeling is indescribable. indefinite. irritating.
i wish you'd stop. ur efforts are pointless and insignificant.
what do you think ur doing? ur just causing confusion and irritation.
this is not fair.
i dont give a damn about you anymore so just f*ck off.
what's the point of trying to renew?
i dont want it.
i reject it.
i hate it.
sometimes i wish u would just leave me alone.
i dont know how i should react to you.
i dont know you.
i feel the urge to shun you away.
but a part of me hinders. maybe you DO deserve a better judgment.
nah. you don't.
and so i'll say this once again...f*ck off.
but then again, flashes. i see flashes of the times.
its comforting, so long as I remember it.
so long as MY MIND dictates the feeling.
so long as you aren't the one reminding me of it.
i'm starting to find comfort in other people.
LIKE WHAT YOU DID.
your actions were rash, uncalled for, unfair. not to mention STUPID.
it brought you ruin. and then you rubbed it all on me.
at one point you almost fooled me, i thought i was the one to blame.
ha! it was brilliant. a mind trap. a cover for your own GUILT!

bitch.

how i wish you'd change for the better. get over it.
f*ckin get a life. seriously. get one.

clarification: im not mad. no. anger is over. but resentment lingers.
dont flatter urself. ur NOTHING to me now. just a sad memory.

but one thing..i miss her. the person i knew way back.
not you. i dont even think about you.i dont know you. bring her back.
then we'll talk..


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and then there was me.
an ambitious kid wandering alone in this train wreck called life.
fascinated by inanimate things and dastardly gaps in time.
wondering why the possibility of finding happiness
seems as slim a chance as finding penguins in the dessert.
he laughs.
laughs in mockery. laughs in fear. laughs in anger.
but his favorite laughter is that which hides the gloom
which has evolved from being an acquaintance to an intimate friend.
such is the demise of an observer trapped inside a toppled box.
ensconced inside a niche of shadows,
he laughs aloud just to drown the deafening silence

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