I hate seeing all these people’s facebook statuses about how they are stoked for the weekend is so depressing. I just sit here like “Oh you’re all going out this weekend. that’s cool. i’ll be sitting in my room alone again.” And then the same one on sunday night “I had such a great time with whoever we did whatever” which translates into we got wasted. I sat in my room alone. all weekend. trying to ignore my family.
But incase you’re wondering, i’m psychic wanna know how?
because I know that next friday night the exact same people are going to say the exact same thing.
and I know what’s going to happen next sunday night. the exact same people are going to say the….. *gasp* EXACT SAME DAMN THING!
rinse and repeat.
I wrote thing poem two years ago about a couple of dreams I had. I had the same…. intersting dream about two people (NOT AT THE SAME TIME), one was a guy and one was a girl but I decided to use the male pronoun because i wasn’t out when I wrote it. The dreams stopped a while ago but have recently started again. So I decided to post the poem, please keep in mind that it was origionally written for a class assignment so it is an italian sonnet
The night of that which cannot be beaten
The night for the young to find their true love
The time for all people who are mistreaten
Those who haven’t fallen may need a shove
You feel his soft warm kiss against your hand
Your body is held by his warm loving grip
His love for you makes you not want to stand
You feel his breath against your now warm lip
You hear your brother on the outside stair
Your eyes flutter open and you are alone
You realize he was never even there
Your love for him was ‘til now unknown
You wish you could go and find some more sleep
Because without him life is now more bleak
I have sent this e-mail to both of you and each one has its own part.
I despise you and I was livid to find out that you wanted another round of surprise visitation this weekend. I have a life and a family, you are not part of either one of those. In terms you can understand: me, no like, you. I think you are a vile excuse for a human being and are the stuff of nightmares, literally. You don’t love me or even like me and I think you are a heinous troll-like creature. You haven’t vistited me on a regular basis for sixteen years, you are only starting to now so that you look better in court, but I have news for you, it is not going to help. I will make sure of that. I refuse to see you any more and not you, nor mom, nor the courts can force me to. So in short: Stay out of my life, out of my city, out of my state, hopefully out of my country, and away from my friends.
I have no dislike for you as a person, but I do not wish to see you as you are married to my personal version of Satan. I understand it must be death for you to have to see him everyday. I think you are a great person and when you finally work up the courage to leave him like my mother and Nannette, give me a call and I will love to meet up with you for coffee. I also encourage you to become a citizen and get a driver’s license, Edward be damned.
Has anybody else noticed how in womens’ movies, the men are kind of like mindless zombies? Its as if their entire mentality is “Oh, this girl feels better about her self than my slutty girlfriend, who I never noticed was slutty until I started making out with the female lead behind her back, I should date her instead. I don’t care that she is ugly, although actually pretty by normal people standards, because she feels good about herself.” Most of my friends are guys and I’m not claiming to understand them, but I don’t think they have that level of thought in who to date and who not to date. Plus I’ve noticed that guys may be jerks, but once they are in a relationship the girl usually breaks it off. As I have had no romantic involvement of my own I am basing this purely on comparing romantic comedies amd bubble gum fiction with what I have observed in the real life.
“Ogres are like onions” ~ Shrek But friends are like onions too. The layer in the middle is your body movin friends, who as soon as you say “I need some help” they are already at your house with a shovel before you hang up the phone. Then there are good friends, who know who you like an console you when you are hurt and are generally nice to be around Then there are school friends, who you will talk to in class and work with if no one of the above groups is around And of friendish type people the final layer in casual aquaintences who are people you have a possitive connotation to in your mind and occasionally a head nod in the hallway …… But then there is that one person who is a bullet through the onion!!!! Streaking through every layer. They never fit in any layer but deffinately effect them all in a big way.