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Girl On Queen Street


Monday, August 27, 2007
Love is fucking overrated.




`__maybe i'm better off on my own//


Like an unstable chemical reaction, the outcome so unknown. Like an old tape recorder, everything that's said comes out as static. Like a broken satellite, signals don't get transmitted over, messages lost along the way. Like at 4 in the morning, you keep me thinking of where i'm going wrong.

I take it that we're not exactly on the same page, let alone the same chapter here.


Being at two extremes of something isn't the best way to live. When you're happy, it's the epitome of happiness. But anything short of that, and it's hell on earth. I know i said i never wanted something rational, but this cannot be healthy. It's either we're a match made in heaven, or disastrous. gahh.
How quickly change takes place, norms begin to form, things that used to mean so much, are now thought of so little. 'The chase'; the thrill of it, now a distant memory. Seems like there isn't a need to spice things up anymore - it's as if we're all old and gray, too weary for efforts anymore - like a tormenting confidence, certain that the other would always be there. As long as there's love. pffft. yea right.
FYI, when things get boring, the crowd leaves. Who won't right. I dread the day you get bored of my antics, i wonder if you worry the same. doubt it.

Maybe i should be looking over the list of 'Reasons Why Not' again. might help give a reality check of what's going on here.


please don't make me cry please don't make me cry i'm just like you, i know you know i'm just like you, so leave me alone


Location: Sanctuary
Music: Telescope Eyes - Eisley



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