My fingers tremble
my words slip
I can feel the tension with my finger tips.
I eat and try to fill this void full of unknown substances. If you knew who I was I would feel ashamed, but you don’t so I’ll tell you and maybe you’ll understand.
Yet if you don’t, that’s alright, you weren’t meant to.
I feel crazy some times, like I cold kill, but damn this thing the world calls a concience, that I call a burden, and yet at the end of the day it’s all a blessing in disguise.
I don’t “hate” many people only three that I can think of but they aren’t worth my time any way. And yes, I do feel bad now for saying that I hate them. See, not entierly concience free.
I don’t think that I would wish for anything BIG or selfish if I had a Genie in a bottle/lamp/garbage disposal/(whatever) because history says that Genies are evil and TRICKY . EXCEPT for Aladdin’s Genie (Genie){that’s his name]. Stupid guy gets all the luck.
WhAtEvEr.
I’ll write some real stuff later but I’m feelin sad now =(.
luv alwyz,
Kristina