dangling like the puppetress

sometimes i like to get away from this maddening shroud
sometimes i love, you know it’s all insane.
maybe it’s time for me to pack it in
maybe it’s time for me to track it in
maybe it’s time for me to throw.

oh, I’ve got a good mind to throw it all away
throw it all away
throw it all away
after all, what is it worth?

thats it. nothing. i’m throwing everything away on friday.

the puppet has enough of dangling strings. i have never abhor such intense feelings for everyone. But there’s always a first time.

Bird shit happens, bird shit gets cleaned.

time to tighten the belt and be a recluse.

The helplessness gnaws at me as i contemplate shouting a “you’re being fucking ridiculous you bastard”! over the phone to the asshole.

But i ended up sobbing my heart out to sis at the hidden steps and armed with an intense determination to walk away from all this shit.

Having insomnia till 4am and waking up to nasty emails and blame pushing doesn’t justify. And having someone being sarcastic to me because he thought i was, added to the injury.

Really. The human race sucks.

In your eyes, what i am, boils down to pure biasness and irrationality. And a lack of understanding and sympathy.

I may not be perfect, but think about yourself.

I feel misunderstood. But then, so is everyone.

radical is my middle name. over-liberation00 is my life. easy-going is my nature. shit cleaning is my forte.

sometimes i wish life’s more simple. without the lies and stage. without complications and mind-fucking. without morning-after regrets.

i feel as if i’m crawling in desperation over something that i am capable of handling but yet.. the mind is strong but the flesh is weak.

2 nights of similiar difference. and i feel as if i’m gagging over the events.

some say it’s deserving. and yet, it’s just a difference in radical thinking.

no zoo, it’s not the same. it’s something different. and i’m gagging in horror at the memory.

oh god. don’t even ask me what.