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awesomesproutYou call me the failure.
You tell me I'm a fuck up.
You tell me I have no direction.
I have to deal with this too.
And you tell me not to yell.
How dare you?
How do you say things like that to me and tell me not to yell?
Who gives a fuck what the neighbors think?
I have nothing.
NOTHING.
You have everything.
You always have.
I have always tried to be like you.
No.
To be like how YOU wanted me to be.
To please YOU.
It's my fucking turn.
It's my fucking turn to yell back.
I'm fucking 21 years old now.
I'm an " adult " by your standards.
So that.
Gives me.
The right.
To yell.
Maybe.
Maybe, I should REALLY fail at something so you can see what being a real failure looks like.
Maybe I should be like you and turn to alcohol for an escape.
Oh wait.
That's right.
We aren't here to discuss.
YOU.
Because, what's that?
You're the failure too.
You're weak.
You always were.
You were scared of me.
All those years of making me feel low.
All those years of telling me I'm nothing.
That I'll be nothing.
And then.
Telling me.
I love you.
People who love me hurt me the most.
They're the ones that I open up to.
My trust must be earned.
And when they earn my love, my trust, my heart.
They stab me.
Bleed me.
Kill me.
But I always come back.
My immortal soul seek revenge.
You'll have yours now.
Later.
I'll have mine.
And when it comes.
You'll wish yelling was the only thing I'll be doing.
You tell me not to yell because you're scared.
You're scared of what others might think.
You always were scared.
The others control you.
You're their puppet.
You're their slave.
You're their whore.
You.
Are weak.
But then again.
Maybe.
So am I......
On a lighter note. This is for one person in particular. She'll never read this. So this is my escape. I'm not moving tomorrow because I have no one to help me and no truck. So the plan is move saturday morning. LARP saturday night. James... I dunno if you're doing anything during the earlier part of tomorrow... but maybe we can start are fun filled times early. Ya doin anythin tonight? Let me know.. if not...I'll see you tomorrow...
Peace, love, and pointy reckonings that come in the night....
Jess
You tell me I'm a fuck up.
You tell me I have no direction.
I have to deal with this too.
And you tell me not to yell.
How dare you?
How do you say things like that to me and tell me not to yell?
Who gives a fuck what the neighbors think?
I have nothing.
NOTHING.
You have everything.
You always have.
I have always tried to be like you.
No.
To be like how YOU wanted me to be.
To please YOU.
It's my fucking turn.
It's my fucking turn to yell back.
I'm fucking 21 years old now.
I'm an " adult " by your standards.
So that.
Gives me.
The right.
To yell.
Maybe.
Maybe, I should REALLY fail at something so you can see what being a real failure looks like.
Maybe I should be like you and turn to alcohol for an escape.
Oh wait.
That's right.
We aren't here to discuss.
YOU.
Because, what's that?
You're the failure too.
You're weak.
You always were.
You were scared of me.
All those years of making me feel low.
All those years of telling me I'm nothing.
That I'll be nothing.
And then.
Telling me.
I love you.
People who love me hurt me the most.
They're the ones that I open up to.
My trust must be earned.
And when they earn my love, my trust, my heart.
They stab me.
Bleed me.
Kill me.
But I always come back.
My immortal soul seek revenge.
You'll have yours now.
Later.
I'll have mine.
And when it comes.
You'll wish yelling was the only thing I'll be doing.
You tell me not to yell because you're scared.
You're scared of what others might think.
You always were scared.
The others control you.
You're their puppet.
You're their slave.
You're their whore.
You.
Are weak.
But then again.
Maybe.
So am I......
On a lighter note. This is for one person in particular. She'll never read this. So this is my escape. I'm not moving tomorrow because I have no one to help me and no truck. So the plan is move saturday morning. LARP saturday night. James... I dunno if you're doing anything during the earlier part of tomorrow... but maybe we can start are fun filled times early. Ya doin anythin tonight? Let me know.. if not...I'll see you tomorrow...
Peace, love, and pointy reckonings that come in the night....
Jess
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Date: 2003-08-19 08:17 pm (UTC)He's got this long hair, and while his truck is not BIG, he's got the day off and is willing to help.
Cause he's nice an all.
His name is James.
Though, for the record, he'd prefer to be refered to as
AG.
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Date: 2003-08-19 11:23 pm (UTC)