tinkerbitchx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- absolutely boring Include some kind of reason. There's a traffic light. It's on red and I'm not ready to stop. There's no way I'm slowing down. They'll never catch me. I'll never be had. I'm so uninspired. I want to cut everything off now. Isn't there some sort of switch to this thing? I can't let you look me in the eyes. You'll see an ugly, filthy, and disgusting girl. My mood is black again. Why wont it go away? I sound just like a child complaining of monsters under the bed. Except no one is hearing me and comforting me and telling me it's okay. Because it's not okay. I feel the pain alone, I make the mistakes alone, and I'll kill myself alone. I'm not wanting your fucking sympathy. I don't even need a hug. I just want everyone out of here. Leave me alone, just let me hide. I was sculpted by the finest artists but they had been up for hours. I can't finish their creation because they wanted me in my disguise. They knew I would be alone, they knew of my fragile features. My eyes twirl with raw emotion, endless depths. They tease and sadden and they are mine. You can not look at them. You can not look at me. 6:35 pm - 02-01-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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