My life has reached point where I am back in first grade and starting everything all over again this time I AINT putting any feelings in it … since they are killing me slowly but surely and If I wasn’t a bit of an asshole maybe I was going to suffer today too, but no more seriously. . .
As great as it is this blogger thing I feel again like talking to myself again this time I’m writhing to myself although there are some nice ( and I’m sorry but maybe a bit crazy people) that read my b*llshit whenever so that’s a relieve kind of at least somebody somewhere “heard” what I was “saying”
I feel like I’ve been talking to myself these past 2 years. Nobody ever listens to me and than they come to me with the weird questions…
Ohh did you really thought of that too? (After proposing an excellent idea 6 months ago)
E-mail: Hey have you changed your number or something I can’t reach you? (After clearly saying that I don’t want to talk to you - EVER AGAIN)
So you would consider returning this? (After telling the lady that the printer she sold me SUCK’s big time)
So I don’t get it WHAT IS WRONG with people do they want me to repeat everything like a broken record, I know.I wouldn’t want that … now would I?
(picture by: Stefan Bruggemann)
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There was the time I was a bird
Whose voice unclear no one had heard
Whose face you’ll lose amongst the crowd
I didn’t sing I screamed out laud…
Blogging doesn’t help really.
Apple juice is better.
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