Do you ever feel the need to write, yet, the words that flow from you are choppy and cynical and only fragments of everything else you wanted to convey?
There's a constant ticking to my left, as I wait for my chicken pot pie to finish in the oven. I can smell it and it smells really good from here already. This keyboard is annoying and lacking comfort. It's curved- who the hell made this thing anyways? The disney channel is on, again. I'm trying to block it out.
You say you like the way I write, the way my words flow. I'm having a tough time figuring out why you would. Sometimes I think I sound to juvenile, too immature. Why do you like me so much- can't you see I'm not that interesting?
Even my writing is all jumpy in its format tonight. I feel so off track. I just reread my lyrics online and was slightly disheartened. I sound like every other preteen/teenager as the years would pass by. A new month, a new calender, a new series of lyrics with me screaming and whispering about my heartbreaks/heartaches/ and lack of self-esteem. I hate this stage I'm in right now, like there's no inspiration or motivation to do anything. It's unhealthy.
Inject the disappointment I have in myself directly.
I have a needle on hand.
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