Thursday, September 6, 2007
i'm a hazard to myself
i'm tired and angry with my father. he never knows about anything that happens in the house but he never accepts that he can be wrong sometimes... sometimes i'd like to live somewhere far away from everyone. i guess that's why mother calls me misanthropic. it used to hurt but now i just shrug it off- it's become an habit.the thing about parents is that they are never satisfied. they say they hear you but in the end they never do. i don't want to be like that ever. probably one of the reasons i don't wanna get hitched!i just want a break sometimes... this poem speaks to me , maybe it'll do something for you too:i am by John Clarei am-yet what i am no one cares or knows;my friends forsake me like a memory lost:i am the self-consumer of my woes-they rise and vanish in oblivion's hostlike shadows in love-frnzied stifled throesand yet i am, and live- like vapours tostinto the nothingness of scorn and noiseinto the living sea of waking dreamswhere there is neither sense of life or joys,but the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;even the dearest that i love the bestare strange- nay, rather, stranger than the resti long for scenes where man has never troda place where woman never smiled or weptthere to abide with my Creator, Godand sleep as i in childhood sweetly sleptuntroubling and untroubled where i liethe grass below- above, the vaulted sky
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i knew you were online. been trying your phone for some time now. i'm going to idp are you coming?sometimes i'd like to live somewhere far away from everyone.sure, come over. it's ok you know. i also feel like that. i know bsh and you probably find this unbelievable but my parents are real assholes from time to time. i hate the fact that mum is always doing everything for the family, she over-does her role as a mother. i hate the fact that dad does everything for everyone. but what i hate most is the fact that i'm like them, argh.and hey, don't mind your mum. you know how she is, you should not let her get you. what's wrong with being misanthropic? it's the only way to be if you ask me. don't let your parents get to you, live somewhere else, i don't know, keep yourself busy doing things that won't remind you of them. i do this to forget my sister. she gets on my nerves everytime she opens her fucking mouth to speak. even the dearest that i love the bestare strange- nay, rather, stranger than the restso true.
even the dearest that i love the bestare strange- nay, rather, stranger than the restAMEN TO THAT.
lol. i should add this to my signature line. don't forget to phone me about idp when you get offline.
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