I have no fucking idea why I want to be in love. All love has ever given me is heartbreak and headache.
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Date: 2002-11-07 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-07 07:01 pm (UTC)*blankey*
*lolly*
*tea*
Next time I'm in Atlanta, we'uns gotta get together.
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Date: 2002-11-07 09:26 pm (UTC)bloody murder
the line is so fine between
hoping and hurting
former believers they beg for release
as love looking down on them
Smiles and picks his teeth
trapped in between heaven and hell
he knows all the secrets
and don't want to tell
there's nowhere to run and there's
nowhere to hide
love knows you all too well
He will find you
Love is the ghost haunting your head
love is the killer you thought
was your friend
love is the creature who lives
in the dark
sneaks up, will stick you
and painfully pick you apart
Love is a poet, love sings the songs
pointing his finger you follow along
voices are calling,
the monster wants out of you
paws you and claws you, you try not to fall
Love is the leech, sucking you up
love is a vampire, drunk on your blood
love is the beast that will
tear out your heart
hungrily lick it and
painfully pick it apart
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Love is a ghost, haunting your head
love is the killer you thought
was your friend
Love is the teacher who lives in the dark
sneak up and stick you
and painfully pick you apart
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Date: 2002-11-07 10:02 pm (UTC)and pat benatar's hot.
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Date: 2002-11-07 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2002-11-08 08:10 am (UTC)What's weird to me is the things I want now. Forget the grand romance and adventure. I fantasize about someone I can throw dinner parties with. :/
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Date: 2002-11-08 08:41 am (UTC)I don't know if I'm desperate or not. I was. Then I wasn't anymore. But now I might be again. DAMMIT. I know what I am though. I'm ANGRY. I'm FED UP with a world where 'most everyone considers it okay for a guy to LIE to you and if you call him on it, you're acting crazy. I'm SICK AND TIRED of spending Friday and Saturday nights alone. I'm TIRED of SO MANY PEOPLE who are PIECES OF SHIT having EVERYTHING I WANT while I GET NOTHING.
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Date: 2002-11-08 08:44 am (UTC)Go ahead and be angry and resentful and frustrated. Admit it, express it, work it out - it won't go away, otherwise.
*hugs*
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