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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

I'm not safe even in my own head.
So maybe I'm waiting for someone to read my mind. I know that's not right, but it'll be nice to have someone whom, beneath my clown act, can tell that I'm not alright inside. Being able to identify my moods is not enough... "I know you're angry, I know you're sad.."
afterwhich we both stand, helpless, both wishing there was something that could be done.

I wish we went for supper today. Because in an odd way, being around you cheers me up.
Although we're brothers and I behave like a retard around you, your presence is a comfort...
And the alternative to being a clown is being a pathetic sop.

I'd like to delude myself into thinking that I'm perfectly fine by myself. At least that's how I portray myself to be, and I also hate to admit that sometimes I'm not. I'd also like to attribute my lousy moods to my womanly periods, but I know deep down that that's just letting myself off the hook.. I hate that I sound so weak, and what a joke, when on the exterior I appear as a cold-hearted bitch.

everything is beautiful and nothing hurts

she's not here @

11:53 PM