My mind grows heavy with the burden of my dark life. . . And it is deeper that I. . . Oh, why must I. . .
OH, FORGET IT!!!
Really now, have you ever found yourself catering to your own negative phase? As genuine as an ugly emotion can be, it inevitably must pass, or be fed by your need to sustain the little act. There is quite a difference between honestly being under some cloud of nether emotion, and making a personal style out of an appallingly theatrical depression. It's rather like someone screaming in torment about their loose bowel condition, and, upon recovering from this discomfort, preoceeds to ingest copious amounts of wicked laxative to extend the moment. Now, if this were some personal fetish, it would be fine (sort of), but as means of getting attention, it is somewhat bothersome. Currently, I've nothing to be particularly upset about (aside from the recent disappearence and murder of my close friend, but why whine? He had it coming.) Anyhow, there's just a time to pull yourself out of this muddy gloom that sucks at your feet and holds you under the delusion that this is the only kind of attention that there is to receive. There is a time to just pack your bag full of deadly arsenal of weapons and just shake off the dismal robe that shrouds you. Perhaps YOU shouldn't go about it that way. . . No, you probably shouldn't. But you'll be seeing someone who does. Kids, don't do this at home. . . Unless you're not planning on blaming me. (In which case, GO FOR IT. We need more things like this on the news.)
 Jew-bacca · Mon Mar 05, 2007 @ 03:27am · 2 Comments |
