I kind of want to delete this disgrace of a journal log but w/e

Are you going to live your life wondering Standing in the back, looking around Are you going to waste your time thinking How you've grown up or how you missed out Things are never going be the way you want Where's it going to get you acting serious Things are never going to be quite what you want Even at twenty-five you got to start sometime

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om's on some EL OASIS for the morning. FUCK yes

currently generating an income i will never see.

My thick tongue hangs down low to the ground Licking up the sweat coming off of her heels She wants my teeth to wear She wants my hell to bear Well missy it's a lock for load If you wanna grind hips don't do it alone Don't save no dance no not for me Just cut me out You crept up like a disease looking like a girl only trying to be saved Your heart was trying to bleed and you're taking the right road if you're talking to me Well you thought you'd tear my skin from bone Just cause it was cold and you needed a coat Don't tease me just start digging the hole start digging Oh you're getting so sleepy tonight And you wanna go home but you don't have a ride No time just taste won't touch for free My salt your sweet And you were there And I was every question that never had an answer I see right through you We never even noticed that There always was a reason That we were never meant to be left alone This feels like neverending

It look's deep enough from here, i'm diving.

You are: Eighteen year-old girl Who live in small city of Japan And you heard me on the radio About one year ago And you wanted to know All about me And my hobbies My favorite food And my birthday Why are you so far away from me? I need help And you're way across the sea I could never touch you I think it would be wrong I've got your letter You've got my song They don't make stationery like this where I'm from So fragile, so refined So I sniff and I lick your envelope And fall to little pieces Every time I wonder: What clothes you wear to school I wonder how you decorate your room I wonder how you touch yourself And curse myself for being across the sea At 10, I shaved my head And tried to be a monk I thought the older women would like me if I did You see, ma I'm a good little boy It's all your fault, momma It's all your fault! Goddamn, this business is really lame I gotta live on an island to find the juice So you send me your love from all around the world As if I could live on Words and dreams and a million screams Oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel..

I've got the dungeon Master's Guide I've got a 12-sided die I've got Kitty Pryde and Nightcrawler too Waiting there for me yes I do, I do I've got posters on the wall My favorite rock group KISS I've got Ace Frehley I've got Peter Criss Waiting there for me yes I do, I do In the garage I feel safe No one cares about my ways In the garage Where I belong No one hears me sing this song In the garage I've got an electric guitar I play my stupid songs I write these stupid words and I love every one Waiting there for me Yes I do, I do