Monday, April 11, 2011
I stopped taking the meds because I couldn't write about anything worthwhile, everyone wants to see me smile but all I wanna do is write. I've made my life complicated to see how I will deal, handle, get out, of certain situations. At least this is what pops in my head when I ask myself what the fuck i'm doing with my life...when I have that other drink, or make eyes at so and so, or take a hit of this and that, say things I shouldnt say. I'm testing myself, you, her, and him, this fucking universe. And none of this makes sense to anyone anymore. Introspective mind. I think about why my left foot hits the ground harder, or why my brain focuses on negative thoughts and comments more than the positive ones. I wanna know how I work. These are the things I think about. My brain is occupied with myself the majority of the time, and you think all I do is think about you. Crooked teeth. and that walk. You may occupy the mind but my heart is doing fine. And they have nicknamed me red..ruby or cherry. And it makes me feel like a little girl with the nicknames these men call me, and sometimes I dont want the nickname but the lollipop that comes with it. Back in the old days, back in the old days I wasn't around, mind in the clouds I didnt have all this stuff to worry about, why my viens in my arms are so small, why my heart beats faster when you walk by me. They say you only fall in love six times in your life. I havent used up any of mine. and i prayed that i didnt hit that cat who ran out in front of my car, it was black, and my life didnt need anymore bad luck. imagine the gods laughing at me because not only did it cross my path but i killed the poor thing. And he likes to ask how I came to certain thoughts, what lead me there, to this nonsense in my head, and sometimes i think he's just trying to fool me into telling him more so i always reply with, "no reason." I dont like sharing everything. And I had to watch them bury my friend amd i had to make myself remember the route to the cemetery so i could go visit, drop flowers off, poems, secrets, lovers. i promise i'll come have picnics with you, in the sun, with my lolita glasses on. and you see how quickly my mind jumps.a hundred million things racing around inside my head and i cant focus on just one, and this is the way with the men in my life too. it all becomes to much to just focus on one. let me split my love up among them. and i know what outfits you like the best. i always thought the spell was placed upon you but maybe its the other way around. maybe this is the other way around!