that's what you do with things like this
put them on the internet
put them on here for your friends to ignore
maybe learn a little bit more about you
confirm their suspicion that you are as full of shit as they had thought all along
maybe some kid i went to high school with is reading this
maybe some ex-friend
maybe someone from a message board or a hardcore show
that's what you do with things like this
go to the internet like a kid
put something on myspace or facebook
maybe make an angry away message
like a kid
wear black because you're angry
storm around the halls jingling the locks on the lockers
buy a shirt that says something you'll never have the courage to say, in an environment where nobody has the courage to say anything to you
get older and put it in your livejournal
get older and put it in your blog
get older and put it in your memoir
all of which flotsam and jetsam
something is bothering me and i don't know how to get it out
maybe this will help?
maybe if i point it out your monitor it will dilute the subtle misery of my heavy lungs
maybe i will want to write again one day
this was a waste of your time but i'm not apologizing
sometimes i just need to go off like a little stupid firework
spraying sparkly words over your driveway
for reasons that are entirely my own
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I'm not trying to make a joke, but ... this is exactly why I masturbate. It's not for the intense sexual gratification of being able to hit the target that's on the opposite end of the room -- it's so I can get things off my chest without killing people.
And so I can fall asleep quicker.
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