Poof You're Gone

Listening to: Someone on the Phone
Feeling: exhausted
I'm tired. Not just because I haven't slept but I'm just tired of the bull shit. I don't feel like defending myself anymore. In fact I won't. I won't bring up another thing about you because I honestly don't need all your negative energy in my life. If you want to believe that I copy ideas out of your journal or that I insulted your dad I can't change that no matter what I say and there's no point in me doing that anyway because just thinking that of me was the worst insult of all. And I don't care about who looks like the "victim". I'm not on this site to get sympathy. It's a diary. If you want to be the "victim" go ahead. I'm beyond caring. So like you said to me, I'll say to you: I just wash my hands clean of you and one, two, poof you're gone. only I really mean it.
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yes....

....and....

yes.

It's here in the grand ol' state of AZ, out on Route 66. The picture isn't mine, but I've been there and stood where Pee Wee has stood. Made me feel special in a masturbating in a public movie theater sort of way.

However special that is.

I don't want to go 'poof, i'm gone.'

I want a cool noise. Like 'KABLAM' or 'COOTCHIEMONGOHAHOHO'. Those would work.