One True Thing

I keep meaning to write more here. But then I forget, or pass it off, or whatever.

It's a Saturday night, and anywhere else in the world I'd be out with my lover, or in with him, or her, or whatever. Instead I'm in front of a screen humming with pop songs.

People suck. Like sheep. No, sheep are cool. People fucking suck. My sparkle girl attacked in her journal for stating her own thoughts. Me, constantly obsessing about those who have no impact and less meaning in my life.

Because I want an opportunity to bury the knife as deeply as it was sunk. To make them pay. Because I earned it.

They didn't affect me this much before, the betrayers. I always thought the "judas kiss" I seemed to get was my birthright, but I don't play the games of treacherous women, and I'm sick of suffering for others pain. I'm sick of watching as truly loved ones suffer because others are insecure. I'm sick of looking over my shoulder and wondering how many of you are laughing behind my back.

Because I'm better than that. We're better than that.

One of these days I will be the instrument of vengance...because Justice might be blind enough to have missed the deeds, but Retribution is a hard nosed bitch.




	One True Thing in the ocean of noise Home Get Email Updates not the passenger and somewhere alfie smiles I used to have a hamster tree and the man with the golden gun lily is dancing on the table the room of the banished poet but you're not here I want to paint it black if you can come to california till human voices wake us Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 6120 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2002-12-08 12:47 AM You want someone to hurt like you... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: thoughtful Read/Post Comments (2) I keep meaning to write more here. But then I forget, or pass it off, or whatever. It's a Saturday night, and anywhere else in the world I'd be out with my lover, or in with him, or her, or whatever. Instead I'm in front of a screen humming with pop songs. People suck. Like sheep. No, sheep are cool. People fucking suck. My sparkle girl attacked in her journal for stating her own thoughts. Me, constantly obsessing about those who have no impact and less meaning in my life. Because I want an opportunity to bury the knife as deeply as it was sunk. To make them pay. Because I earned it. They didn't affect me this much before, the betrayers. I always thought the "judas kiss" I seemed to get was my birthright, but I don't play the games of treacherous women, and I'm sick of suffering for others pain. I'm sick of watching as truly loved ones suffer because others are insecure. I'm sick of looking over my shoulder and wondering how many of you are laughing behind my back. Because I'm better than that. We're better than that. One of these days I will be the instrument of vengance...because Justice might be blind enough to have missed the deeds, but Retribution is a hard nosed bitch. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top