songs/bizarre heads and repeat msgs. butthole corny.
i wanted you to hold my hand
be angry but understand
i never wanted love
you weren’t mine sent from above
and i never asked what you want
it was part of the hunt
i wanted to feel something that wasn’t a lie
cruel world and a sigh
and even you couldn’t give me that
as smitten as a cat
it was all so simple in the middle of a mess
my fault, part time- temptress
innocent fun
but i never knew when to be done
intentions were swell
i planned to throw my heart in hell
with your feet in two places
youd never catch my good graces
so i ran away on a summer day
back to where i shall stay
a distant but hopeful fond memory
and us never meant to be.
sinless. winless
not lessonless
i’ve said this for so long. only thing that helped was the generic prozac. i felt like a person again while i was on that and not like a muppet. i’m thinking about going back on that again just for my pmdd.Yep… #chroniillnesscat #pmdd #Pms
i know it is mostly cranky pmdd related most of the time but sometimes when ppl just take me for granted or just take my things with out asking it makes me feel as if i’m not really a person but just another arm or extension-piecce of them they use once in a while then put me back until i am needed again. i’m like a damn shovel or something. something that makes any job a little easier.
i know it isn’t entirely true but. ugh, can’t i be asked first? i’m just old reliable. i’ll give in or just do it.
i think this is why i like to day dream so much.
oh well. too many feels right now. it’s so lame. but i enjoy typing out my little complaint so i get to then go back to my annoyed but happier self.
