Don't fucking lie to me.
“I represent humanity as his masters have made it. The man is a cripple. What I’ve done to me has been done to mankind. He has distorted the law, justice, truth, reason, intelligence, and as he did to me eyes, ears and nostrils, like me, he was placed in the heart a cesspool of anger and pain, and face a mask of contentment.”
- Victor Hugo
- Victor Hugo
'We are who we are, we are what eachother is, we have no problem, we've been through fucking heaps of shit, but we are together - closer than ever. We have an understanding, known as 'the law of us'. It makes me so much more content that you fellow people have no judgements against one another, no matter, we pretty much roll by 'we got chow beck bro'. We are the family, trusting, caring, loving, supporting. Support, its nothing you just go on about 'everything will be ok, just hold tight, it'll all come around soon'. Even then if that's all that's mentions its that little extra support that is not just you can feel, it's that oblivious support. We only realise it when shit falls down and you know who's there when you need it, just by coincedence, work of god? I think so. Angels, i know so. Its that wordless support that means so much more. You just put a smile right on my dile bitch ass'.
I do not believe in horoscopes, I think it's a load of shit but today, I read mine and it was so very comforting in a way. It pretty much said keep doing what you're doing because it will work out in my favour in the end.
How great does that sound? For once I am interested in what the future beholds.
Where are the ones who carry their guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds? The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a coward's frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.
Mum.
To you from me, expressing how fucking annoying it is when you grab me, when you slap me.
The fact of you, involving yourself in my private life astonishes me, it's that fucking rude. And the whole aspect of, 'you being there when everybody gave up on me', of you, 'trying to fix me, when everyone had left me' is probably the biggest lie I have ever heard. Mind you, you were telling me this whilst you were throwing punches at me.
You are in denial, you cause this grief, you put in your efforts and you still fight against like it's not your fault, it's never your fault. Am I right?
This is not a power game, life is not a power game. Give up already.
This is to you as a person and not just as my mother;
Fuck you, you crazy, psycho bitch.
- Yours truly.
Okay, this post is to you. I know you read my blog and I want you to know, don't be afraid of losing me because I won't be leaving you for a long time unless you want me gone. I just want to kill the past.
You are my world, Alex.
This doesn't even make sense, I'm sorry and I just fucking love you okay.
There's something about gritting your teeth, screaming as loud as you can, swearing with an ounce of pride in your voice that feels so oddly satisfying at one point in time, and can end up making you dread everything but that. You come to rely on your voice. It's the teaspoon of power you have left.
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