| Written by Diana, on 27-08-2001 15:00 |
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Just being here means the world to me. Even if there were no classes to attend, i would still feel more at home on this grand campus than anywhere else in the world. I like it here among the lesser gods, I feel less mortal among them. I've learned how to summon the shakes within--three pills instead of two--duh i said. I do not try to hide them but rather strive to show and not tell. it's funner that way. to imply the worst while seeming safe. acting like an angel among saints, i draw and adoring crowd. it's rally something to get dizzy from a simple fake laugh. suicide is in the cards, though no one seems to feel the need to respond to that. i said something to the fact that no one would care if i died--that's all, out of all that i wrote, that anyone responded to...your owner, your leader is having a bad day and all that you can say is "i'd care if you died"--oh i feel so much better...that's how i can tell that no one gives a crap about me. oh the humanity!! Exceptional wonders of dynamic equilibrium--stars are reflected in the eyes of the worthy. apparently i do not qualify...and that list is getting smaller and smaller. only the strong witted are allowed and there are so very few that fit that mold. my confidant up on that shelf is really starting to push my buttons--those which scream blood red cries of danger. DANGER!! DANGER!!! Don't toy with me my sweets. i the killer of comedy has struck again!! Heh Heh...i Kill myself. I once again feel the desire to send my computer flying through the air...CRASH!! As it flies through the plate glass window. do you love me daddy dearest? do you? i dare not say i love you too. such fun we conversing so--so much more than me you know. strengthen me in my distress, do you feel your words are hopeless? leave your sorrow at the door, or i will haunt you forevermore. my words you hear as nothing more than a knocking, pounding at the door. don't open it for what you'll find is nothing more than strength of mind. the greatest asset of this tortured mind. waiting here all alone i hear your awful, painful tone.
current mood: lonely
current music: Annabella's Song
Last update: 27-08-2001 15:00
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