★Sparkle & Shine★ (stroll) wrote, @ 2008-03-26 11:56:00

Personal Jesus
Oh, Blurty, you are still my secret place. Everywhere else too many people know me. Here now, I think I can say everything I need to get off my chest.

I am simultaneously pissed off at almost every single person I have ever known.

I have been going through it. All of my relationships have fallen to pieces. I have no friends. Well, no friend that I can really turn to, that will really accept me.

Then I have to go to Greensboro and fall for some boy. Some boy, in Greensboro, who is ten years younger than me and has no idea what he's gotten himself into or what he's exposed himself to. He is everything I want in a boyfriend. Young, sweet, cute, hardworking, funny, and I am sure that I am nothing he would desire if he knew about me. The whole truth.

Why do I do this to myself? I swear I should just chemically castrate myself -- I'm kind of over sex most of the time anyway -- and go become a fucking hermit. Maybe take my cats and live off donated canned goods in an abandoned army bunker on the coast somewhere. To simplify things.


"No, I will never tell you what I know. Now, it is my misery; then, it would be yours." --Tiresus, Oedipus Rex

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