Lets see, lets see.
Nothing to write really.
I cant admit anything.
Wouldnt help my situation anyway(s).
Is it bad that I miss the closest intimacy?
I cant even think about it.
Has such a way with words.
Jeeshus.
Im a "runner."
Thats my title.
That,
and whore.
I have nothing to drink.
Nothing to pop.
Or anything to smoke.
Sleeping is my only retreat.
I need someway to turn off my brain.
I dont like it much.
I dont like me much.
Not even a little.
Cant think anymore.
Its not good for me.
Writing scares me.
cant use a journal.
Causes tears.
It suchs when you have to confront who you really are inside.
Only you know the true you.
What youve done,
the lies youve told.
Just how many youve hurt.
That added to the things that everyone knows.
And the fact that you know they know.
Makes who you are.
It adds up to one miserably
disgusting person.
The only reason that I am alive,
is because I know my heart.
I have a good one.
damn all vaginas.
..Sigh..
A fresh start?
To forget all of the past,
and start anew.
Good luck.
New York holds hope.
A life.
Support.
Money when there is none.
Im a runner,
remember?
Its what I do.
I have a title,
might as well utilize it.
All in all,
and all considered.
I still believe in..
Peace.Love.HippieBeat.
About Me
- Lana
- Not worth even getting to know. I have a very bland personality. If your a male run. If your a female, fuck off. I have no time to bother with friends even anymore. If I keep to myself, I cant hurt anyone.
1 comment:
Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them — if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.
The future is what you make it, and the past is what has been done.
The only way you can move forward in life is to look back at the mistakes and the lessons you have learned from. You can't forgive if you forget. And your forget until you forgive yourself.
Don't be me. I've done my share of running, and denying. It only hurts on the inside, only in your heart. Because you will always know, and even if no one else does, you don't have to live with them, but you have to live with yourself.
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