Random Shit

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WAH HEADACHE

had a "performance" recently
some random shit for school CIP (community involvement program)
play songs at an old folk's home
but...at the last minute they changed the song
so i sat there with my guitar away from the mic
and played RANDOM SONGS!!!!
and no one could hear what i was playing over the speakers. LOL.
seriously, WTH.

i think i'ma get started with the parodies again soon.
someone help meeee.....i'm outta ideas.
my mind's blank(er)...than usual

and now I have 4 hour tuition every saturday...omgwtf
but after that i almost nearly guaranteed can meet up with 'tards or watch movie
or shit like that. worth it? i dunno
and it doesn't apply near exam period...waaah.

and we're running out of retarded material. this is a disaster.

and here's some random emoness


The Beast Within

Sometimes you wish that someone would reach out and hold you. Tell you that everything will be OK, whisper that they love you, and say that it will all work out in the end.

Of course, they don't. They can't see that there is something wrong, or if they do, and ask, you don't know how to tell them that there isn't really anything wrong, there just isn't anything right either. You don't know how to explain that you feel numb. That you hate it. That you hate yourself.

It is hard to admit that you despise yourself, the shell you've become, the void that you are becoming. Harder to admit that the only thing that hasn't broken is your mind, and that the thin thread of sanity is only being held onto out of sheer desperation... a shaky grip at best.

So you have your Desperation, and the fragile hope that someone, somewhere, will break into the monotony of the life you are only half living, and save you from yourself. Unfortunately, You don't know how to let them in, because once they have broken through your walls of defense, they have every weapon they need to destroy you. They KNOW... and it scares you.

And so you continue... holding fast to your hope, and the dreams of a better tomorrow, slashing at your existence with the jagged blades of self-loathing. ALONE. And when the beast within you wins, you realize that deep down you have enjoyed the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach and the complete detatchment with which you view the world.

And every night before you go to bed, the child within the person you used to be battles the Terror that dwells inside the person you have become.

And every morning, you succumb to the beast within.


Lolz
random emoness
but kinda fits for a lot of people i guess
duh

i'm outta here
this place is tapped

[J0HnA55]