infinite_trial
07-21-2006, 07:59 PM
Rant. Rant. Rant.
Whine. Whine. Whine.
Repeat like a mantra. Inhale. Exhale.
It will be bad for your aura if you do not unleash those thoughts. Lie down on the shrink's couch and tell me what you are made of. Close your eyes and tell me who you are. Talk to me like no one else is listening but you. I promise to keep those secrets, whatever they are. I'll give you 3 minutes.
Sometimes you play some monologues in your head and you hear a tiny little voice saying that you'll be gone insane in any minute. You spend some quality time with yourself and take her for some coffee break. There's no other form of diverting your frustrations over life than talking to your twin, the invisible couch. Your laptop is just your adopted brother and the internet is your best friend. You've got an mp3 player as a guy-next-door-type-of-boyfriend and a vibrating thingamajig for a fling. Without them "stress relievers" I would get stuck in a bad habit of bitin my toenails. Oh I painted them pink sparkles.
'Fess up. So what's been bugging you?
Sometimes I want to die using the kitchen knife but how the hell will I get that damn insurance. On second thought, it's an ugly sight to die in bloodbath. Especially tonight, I am not wearing any fancy underwear to match my pink sparkled toenails. I am just kidding! Gotcha!
Seriously?
Of course it would be silly of me to commit suicide. I just need to be alone. I am no antisocial like what the other people think. I feel so alienated having to keep up with everybody. It's like you are having a conversation then there's this long awkward pause and you are compelled to excuse yourself for a cigarette break when you don't smoke at all. I tried to be humble and all to the point that I could kiss their ass*s, lick them real good but still not enough. Some people will still try to pull you down amidst the mountain climb. I was like, what's your effing problem? I am not stepping on your toes even if I have mine pink with sparkles, sometimes french manicured. Ugh...so I went to the konbini to get myself a pack of chu-hi to get drunk to all night.
Well if life gives you lemons, make a lemonade.
But I want some tequila! Is it my problem if I have outgrown the phase they are in right now? I want some place where I could just be myself. Like Big Brother's house or Neverland where I could think of happy thoughts all day. I just want a simple life. Un-chaotic. Wrinkle-free. Can be bleached and machine-washed. With pink sparkles!
Yak. Yak. Yak.
Nag. Nag. Nag.
Repeat like a mantra. Back to yourself in 3 seconds.
3...2...1
Was I sleepin in the toilet?
Whine. Whine. Whine.
Repeat like a mantra. Inhale. Exhale.
It will be bad for your aura if you do not unleash those thoughts. Lie down on the shrink's couch and tell me what you are made of. Close your eyes and tell me who you are. Talk to me like no one else is listening but you. I promise to keep those secrets, whatever they are. I'll give you 3 minutes.
Sometimes you play some monologues in your head and you hear a tiny little voice saying that you'll be gone insane in any minute. You spend some quality time with yourself and take her for some coffee break. There's no other form of diverting your frustrations over life than talking to your twin, the invisible couch. Your laptop is just your adopted brother and the internet is your best friend. You've got an mp3 player as a guy-next-door-type-of-boyfriend and a vibrating thingamajig for a fling. Without them "stress relievers" I would get stuck in a bad habit of bitin my toenails. Oh I painted them pink sparkles.
'Fess up. So what's been bugging you?
Sometimes I want to die using the kitchen knife but how the hell will I get that damn insurance. On second thought, it's an ugly sight to die in bloodbath. Especially tonight, I am not wearing any fancy underwear to match my pink sparkled toenails. I am just kidding! Gotcha!
Seriously?
Of course it would be silly of me to commit suicide. I just need to be alone. I am no antisocial like what the other people think. I feel so alienated having to keep up with everybody. It's like you are having a conversation then there's this long awkward pause and you are compelled to excuse yourself for a cigarette break when you don't smoke at all. I tried to be humble and all to the point that I could kiss their ass*s, lick them real good but still not enough. Some people will still try to pull you down amidst the mountain climb. I was like, what's your effing problem? I am not stepping on your toes even if I have mine pink with sparkles, sometimes french manicured. Ugh...so I went to the konbini to get myself a pack of chu-hi to get drunk to all night.
Well if life gives you lemons, make a lemonade.
But I want some tequila! Is it my problem if I have outgrown the phase they are in right now? I want some place where I could just be myself. Like Big Brother's house or Neverland where I could think of happy thoughts all day. I just want a simple life. Un-chaotic. Wrinkle-free. Can be bleached and machine-washed. With pink sparkles!
Yak. Yak. Yak.
Nag. Nag. Nag.
Repeat like a mantra. Back to yourself in 3 seconds.
3...2...1
Was I sleepin in the toilet?