i gotta go to work at three so i think i should go and get something to eat.
--- by the way, i went to get my tag today and it is gonna be mailed to me and it is gonna say :
Well... isn't it funny how people love to start shit? How people love to be the starter of rumors? How people feed off of others' saddness and depression? How people thrive on ruining the lives of others? They just get a kick out of it, don't they? It's like they don't even care what they say, who they tell or who they hurt, just as long as they know in their own minds that it's only bringing about negative attention...
I don't understand it sometimes... But then I realize that this must be the true nature of some people... I guess for so long they've held it in and they just can't hold it in any longer. They decide not to confront the main persons involved in the situation, instead they feel the need to let the rest of the world know-whether the statement be true or blasphemy.
What really gets to me is that they don't even do any "research" on the topic. They know not if it's true or a lie, they just hear something and decide to spread it about the world...
Don't you just LOVE those kinds of people?
Maybe they can't be changed. Maybe this topic is not even worth discussing... Maybe I should just forget about it and let the world think what they want of me. Why should I care? If it's true then it's true. If it is a lie then it is a lie...
I know the truth. I don't feel that I have to explain myself to the ungrateful people in the world...
So for you, I pray :
"Due to all my merit in the past, present and future, may anyone who sees me, hears me, touches me, thinks of me or speaks of me be immediately released from all their suffering and experience perfect happiness forever..."
Straddled high upon your arrogance,
I feel that I may as well be crumbling.
Turn and try to rescue me from this,
But I can't help but to dissipate.
Waking solemnly to the emptiness inside,
Knowing not of what to wonder.
Maybe I'd be better off
Falling back into this dreadful slumber.
Weeping eyes to match a bleeding soul,
I only make it so blatantly obvious.
What must be done for you to notice?
And isn't it so fucking obvious?
Broken tears of a fallen angel
Find their way into my soul.
How can you say that you don't notice?
Isn't it so fucking obvious?
Twisted, corrupted and shaped into something,
The most complex mind is unable to comprehend.
And every day reminded of my failure,
As it constantly looms over my head.
Contradicting words of wisdom
Meant to get me through the day
Only push me off the beaten path
As I ignorantly go astray.
And the years that have slipped from me in vain,
Escaping through my reluctant being...
Are your senses too dulled for you to notice?
Is it not so obvious?
All this time spent waiting, alone and cold,
The life of your precious goddess.
But can't you see that I would die for this?
Isn't it so fucking obvious?