So fling me into the fucking sun.
Stretch my arms farther than imagination could go.
Throw me around while I sing Happy Birthday for money.
Drink me while I hate you.
I'm so tired of writing this shit. this shit that sounds like any shit some 13 year old could write. This garbage that any depressed little turd could crap out.
I get so downed by knowing that my little folded up noodle is capable of more. But still, it doesn't produce.
Goddamn, lost a few friends maybe?
I really am having a hard time coming to grips with this world.
I'm disappointed with my surroundings.
What's wrong with wanting someone to love?
What's wrong is no one understands.
Yea, yea, boo hoo.
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Sometimes an understanding heart is closer than you know.
I have to wonder who would know this is here, besides RK. Who found this, tried to make me feel better, and yet won't let me know who they are. Whomever, I appreciate the words, but without knowing any context of it, I'm just further confused.
goodnight.
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