Thursday, December 2, 2010

poppin' pinball cherries, but points are sharp, so why make them?

on my way home... i sat in the middle of a four person conversation and pretended that i couldn't hear them.

on my way home... i stopped to play my (least) favorite pinball machine and i made it pop twice because i broke the record twice.

on my way home... i almost never went home.

and when i got home... i almost left.

yes.. tis the truth. i need to live alone.

in my state of self discovery... i realized that i just want to be alone. i really do hate everyone... except my life long lovers... (ie the people that know me well enough to know that i hate them and love them and hate them and love them).

one day... some day... things will be different. by that i mean, i will be old and ugly and comfortable. until then, i will be sad and uncomfortable and confused and  annoyed and annoyed and annoyed and annoyed and i will just be a bitch because i really don't see any point. plus, points are sharp and they hurt... so why ask for that?

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