I lost all hope in humanity a while ago. I kept pretending I didn't. But I'm through with that now. I'm through with that because I'm sick of all the lies. I'm sick of all the people saying they'll be there forever and dropping off the face of the earth.
So fuck all of you. I'm done with that shit.
Go back to your good life.
Now I wonder why I bother writing this piece of crap. It doesn't matter anyway and you'll all forget me a second later. I'm used to your lies so don't try to protest. Don't try to protest. It makes me puke.
If I jump from over 100 feet up, do you think it'll feel like flying? No, but I'll get over the acrophobia and then life, too. That's where we all end up, so what's the difference?
2 comments:
This entry is a strange shift in the attitude you've had for the past year.
Well, I can't argue the last paragraph. That's what I'm half thinking too.
But you write this for yourself, and you write it for me. It's one thing in my life that I can look forward to, that I cling to, that I admire, that I love, because even though I can't see you I can read it and see you indirectly.
I don't want to call you b/c I'm embarrassed about how I've been sounding to you lately. But call me if you feel like it.
-L
p.s.
i love you. lots. and you're in my heart always. and i refuse to drop off if, for as long as you want me in front of you. i would only drop off if you wanted it, but i hope you never do cause i never will want you to drop off for me.
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