February 17, 2009
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shoot me. i should be LIVING OUT OF A BACKPACK IN THE SWISS ALPS RIGHT NOW. i should be READING POETRY TO LOST LOVES AND FAWNING OVER NEW ONES.
i am bored. let’s move on. let’s go. my skin is crawling away from me now. i don’t even want to chase it.
“when did you come home?” “where were you?” “who is your boyfriend?” “where did you stay last night?” i am experiencing a sixteen year-old’s paradigm. this is no good….
it’s hard being independent. it’s hard being restless. it’s hard living out of a cage. those nervous and consistently full of anxiety, complaint, are bothering; only in that i don’t know yet fully how to put them at ease in my company. i am exhausted…..when more energy is achieved, this is my first work.
i am 22 in 2 month’s time. time to get the fuck out. no joke.
mein Ruh’ ist hin
meine Herz ist schwer
ich finde Sie nimmer
und nimmermehr
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yeeeah…maybe when the economy wasn’t an obese woman out to eat donations of overpriced shit in a fastfood box. But she is so…family wherever it can be found I say. May we have auntie mames and fairy gothmothers