I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood
Carnivore, animal, I am a Cannibal
I eat boys up, you better run
I am Canniballllllllllllllllllllllllllll :D
Leisurely Flowering Voyage
This is the sea in which I dump all of my unfinished stories, random writings & other stuff.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Can you see this bex?
I am a cannibal, a cannibal. I'll use your finger to stir my tea and for dessert I'll suck your teeth :D
Friday, August 17, 2007
Fundamentally Flawed
I think I must be fundamentally flawed. I don't understand people. I don't think I ever will. Why they do things, why they don't do other things. What makes people act the way they do?
I had a great thing happen yesterday. I want to be happy so badly. I yearn for it so desperately. I can't even find solace in dreams. My dreams are an endless cycle of unsatisfying moments all laced and sewn together until I finally wake up because I can't stand it any longer.
I need to cry about all of this. But tears won't come. I wish they would, it'd be such a sweet release. Everything I think and feel has somehow become clotted in my throat and won't come up or down. It just sticks there.
I put on such a facade. I must be good because no one seems to notice. Or maybe they don't care, I guess. I'm kind of sick of guessing.
I just want a moment where everything feels alright again. One moment where my breath doesn't catch a little; one moment where the weight on my chest lifts.
I know it's too much to ask because I can't turn back time.
I had a great thing happen yesterday. I want to be happy so badly. I yearn for it so desperately. I can't even find solace in dreams. My dreams are an endless cycle of unsatisfying moments all laced and sewn together until I finally wake up because I can't stand it any longer.
I need to cry about all of this. But tears won't come. I wish they would, it'd be such a sweet release. Everything I think and feel has somehow become clotted in my throat and won't come up or down. It just sticks there.
I put on such a facade. I must be good because no one seems to notice. Or maybe they don't care, I guess. I'm kind of sick of guessing.
I just want a moment where everything feels alright again. One moment where my breath doesn't catch a little; one moment where the weight on my chest lifts.
I know it's too much to ask because I can't turn back time.
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