"I have always been that girl.
You know, the one every other girl fucking hates.
I like to take pictures in grayscale and comment on other humans' life.
I hang out with 'bad people.' I know that. I like it. I like that lifestyle.
I like to make other people jealous.
I like to party and dance to music and tap my toes to the wrong beat. I like to write over 200 pgs of a book in one sitting and know it will never get published.
I like having few people I can depend on and I like having a lot of people to take my mind off things."
I'm only a little off.
sometimes my heart hurts
I'm a dreamer and I'm naive and I'm selfish and I talk too much. I like hugs and people make me feel better. I think it's better to watch and not open your mouth. I'm lonely I'm useless I'm sometimes not really there. I think the world is beautiful I think the world is harsh I think the world is unfair. I smile I laugh I hope and I think about gravity and how it's always trying to keep us down. Does gravity know I can fly?
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
stupidity always ruins perfection (in his mind)
truth be told, I miss you.
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
And I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here
It's not fair, just let me perfect it
Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive
'Cause seeing clear would be a bad idea
Now catch me up on getting out of here
So catch me up I'm getting out of here
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
And I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here
It's not fair, just let me perfect it
Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive
'Cause seeing clear would be a bad idea
Now catch me up on getting out of here
So catch me up I'm getting out of here
Sunday, March 21, 2010
i don't believe in blogging (blog)
The funny thing about contradiction is that it surrounds you in every way imaginable. It pounces when you are not looking upon your family and friends.
I am the first one to point out contradiction.
I am not different. I'm probably not the same as you either. I like feeling alive.
Maybe I should have gone to church every weekend and maybe I should have chosen to listen to authority. I don't believe in god. Maybe that will be my downfall.
I doubt it.
I aspire to be someone. Maybe, five years from now, I will be someone. It's a stupid way to put it; that you want to be someone. It's a really discreet way of saying that you want to become famous, become a star, become pretentious and arrogant and ignorant.
I'm two out of five: pretentious and arrogant. I'm not ignorant.
Imitation is the greatest and most powerful form of flattery. I've decided imitation is a bunch of shit. When you imitate someone, it doesn't make you feel better about yourself. Choosing his favorites or her favorites over your favorites is an ignorant way to live life.
I'm not ignorant.
Grammar is a bad choice of school work. The people who write novels aren't worried about where there's a sentence fragment. The people who will be famous one day don't play by the rules.
Remember that.
Artistry is bull shit. You are not an artist when you use that limited edition of Photoshop or Illustrator. When you bought your first $200 camera you are not an artist. An artist is imaginative creative contradicts herself points out mistakes takes in flaws appriciates everything. You are not an artist when you use that limited edition of Photoshop or Illustrator. You are ignorant.
(I'm not ignorant.)
I don't hang out with people you would often want to be seen with. Or, maybe you would, we live to be seen and to be envied. They're the same as me: pretentious and arrogant and living for, supposedly, all the wrong reasons: music, sound, sights, being.
Supposedly.
Boys. Are useless and shameless and perfect and reckless. And sometimes, they are exactly the same as myself. Useless and shameless and perfect and reckless. I'm not going to do as they say and that's what they love.
So play.
I talk too much about my head. I think this was my first blog. Maybe it wasn't.
Maybe I'm dreaming.
I am the first one to point out contradiction.
I am not different. I'm probably not the same as you either. I like feeling alive.
Maybe I should have gone to church every weekend and maybe I should have chosen to listen to authority. I don't believe in god. Maybe that will be my downfall.
I doubt it.
I aspire to be someone. Maybe, five years from now, I will be someone. It's a stupid way to put it; that you want to be someone. It's a really discreet way of saying that you want to become famous, become a star, become pretentious and arrogant and ignorant.
I'm two out of five: pretentious and arrogant. I'm not ignorant.
Imitation is the greatest and most powerful form of flattery. I've decided imitation is a bunch of shit. When you imitate someone, it doesn't make you feel better about yourself. Choosing his favorites or her favorites over your favorites is an ignorant way to live life.
I'm not ignorant.
Grammar is a bad choice of school work. The people who write novels aren't worried about where there's a sentence fragment. The people who will be famous one day don't play by the rules.
Remember that.
Artistry is bull shit. You are not an artist when you use that limited edition of Photoshop or Illustrator. When you bought your first $200 camera you are not an artist. An artist is imaginative creative contradicts herself points out mistakes takes in flaws appriciates everything. You are not an artist when you use that limited edition of Photoshop or Illustrator. You are ignorant.
(I'm not ignorant.)
I don't hang out with people you would often want to be seen with. Or, maybe you would, we live to be seen and to be envied. They're the same as me: pretentious and arrogant and living for, supposedly, all the wrong reasons: music, sound, sights, being.
Supposedly.
Boys. Are useless and shameless and perfect and reckless. And sometimes, they are exactly the same as myself. Useless and shameless and perfect and reckless. I'm not going to do as they say and that's what they love.
So play.
I talk too much about my head. I think this was my first blog. Maybe it wasn't.
Maybe I'm dreaming.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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