paradoxical | lovelovelove

Monday, September 04, 2006

It's an irony that I didn't puke after
a roller coaster of emotions through the past week,
debauched in too much human compassion.
Yeah, life is sweet. So fuck it to those who's making
pathetic attempts to ruin it, good luck with it sweet chumps.
And for the thousandth time, we're not together. And what bloody
fuck do you have a say in it, so just butt out before it spirals to a
vendetta. Oh, I'm not good enough for him? Look at yourself
bitches, he didn't even glance at you. So, fuck off and transmit your
callous remarks to someone who gives a damn.

Our mindless, frivoulous camaraderie has evolved to a
peculiar sensation. I'm not saying I'm sanguine about the
preordained possibilities.
A kiss is just a kiss right? It's too delicious, it's foreboding.

No, I'm not feeling particularly vindictive after what
I've been told. Though, I'm doubtful if it's a reliable source.
But oh well, fuck you and your bunch of fakes, may you have life
fuck you to the core. Though, I shan't lie that I had a strong,
palpable impulse to tear your breats out and make them as eye patches.
Yeah, they're that small. Oh well, you're so full of it and undeniably placid,
why bother right? The whole blog debacle is chapters back, so can
we PLEASE get onto the same page.

♥XOXO