Friday, November 16, 2007

Brightest city burried in the dust.

I've got a little ball of anger burning in my chest.
It's really stupid. When someone will stop talking to you because something you may-or may not- have done. People and their fucking retarded assumptions. You're not better than me. Your Friends aren't better than me. You're just as fucking bad, if not worse.

Along with this burning anger, I have a stifling burden of sorrow. That kind of sorrow that only happens when you make yourself think something is one way... then you realize it's the other way. After which, you start to notice every change. You blow every gesture out of proportion. Every action, or lack there of, becomes the hugest of deals. And after Yesterday afternoon... God.

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