Wasted Words

We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.

Friday, October 16, 2009 11:40 PM

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We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.

Thursday, October 8, 2009 10:29 PM

I need time.

No like serious time.

I have to work 8 hours a day

And sleep at least 6.

That leaves like 10 hours.

Omg.

I don't have time!

Sigh Sigh sigh.

I hate SIP.

I hate MP more.

"This is sewious!"

-Ming ming, wonderpets [Playhouse disney channel 34]

We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.

Thursday, October 1, 2009 6:00 AM

Hello karma,

Seems like we've finally met.

You didn't tell me you were going to smack me in the face.

But i guess i was too blind to see it coming.

This is just a preview you say?

Well if this is what you can do.

Then i beg you for mercy.

No one told me you'd come for me twice as hard as what i put out.

You're dangling a knife right above my heart.

Stop teasing me.

Get straight to the point please.

You're sucking my soul away hour after hour.

Day after day.

Soon i won't be able to feel at all.

Then what happens?

And this is just the start you say.

It's not yet hit the climax you say.

I'm not strong enough to handle you.

No no.

I'm not.

I'll admit it.

Why is it you've placed this voice in my head.

You've replaced my conscience.

Why is it.

All i can see is how happy they look together.

How beautiful they both look in pictures.

And how happy she'll make her.

Why is it i can't tell truth from fiction.

You're paralysing me with fear.

And i can't fight it.

I dug my own grave and you're pushing me under.

I'll go along with that.

The sooner i stop breathing the sooner i stop feeling.

Dear god.

I hate you too.

It's a mutual thing.

Trust me.

If you want her just tell me.

I don't care if you have your own.

I know the lengths people will go to to satisfy their desires.

I know. I've done it.

Which is why i'm in this predicament now.

If you want her just tell me.

Actions speak louder than words.

And you're right, if you see those pictures as they are.

Then yes. It doesn't look good.

Well it does actually.

You guys look amazing.

Please let me have a seizure now.

Please.

Since you hate me so much anyway.

Why not just physically fuck me up.

Since you've already done some permanent emotional damage.

You created me.

Destroy me now.

We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.