I'm feeling rather emo now, just to warn you. If you are looking for anything funny, or even generally entertaining, just stop reading here. Or if you prefer, you can go on and be disapointed. The choice is yours.
I think its the slow relapse of any opportunity to get a girl thats causing this brief depression. I'm becoming rather lonely as my life is now. My anti-social tendencies, laziness, and general inability to find a girl that I can see having a relationship with is going to doom me into a cold, dark, lonely state forever. I don't want that to happen to me.
Such a sad thought, loneliness. The fear of being alone just pushes us onward, like the chains on a roller coaster, until we reach the top and we fall quickly. Then, we pull ourselves together, and try to go up another hill until we break or shut down. That is love. Either you enjoyed the ride, or you are scared shitless of it and left with a sick feeling in your stomach. But sometimes, it doesn't matter how sick it makes us, we still go along on the next ride just for that brief second when you are completely enveloped in the power of it and you lose control. And we keep riding it to see if we can make that second last forever. But it, like the wind in your hair, is sure to die. Love is the rollercoaster that everyone wants to ride, that no one wants to wait in line for, that no one wants to get off, and that no one survives.
But I still want to love...
If only for a day.
If only one moment.
Just to say that I have.
Just to say that I am...
For what is life without love?
What is a rainbow without color?
I am as empty as the pillow in my bed,
As cold as the sheets under it...
I am as lonely as a candle in the dark,
As used as the wax...
I am as lost as black at night,
As forgotten as the shadows...
"And the girls in every girlie magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone"
sexkitten77
tap shoes.
reminds me of the tony danza tap dance extravaganza.
pretty good band right there. anyways, hope the knifefucking and tap dancing go good for you... or something....
p.s. i never get any commets from you anymore.
but alas. i am no different from anyone else. especially the winey romantics.
love is the emotional equivalent to the orgasm. don't get caught up on it. it's just as contingent as any other worldly thing. that's no purpose to strive for. it's the pussy way out. to find something to cling to.
so when you're done crying, look up and go it alone.
party on!
-Katie