Dear fucking lord on a giant pogo stick in the sky, why I ask you, why!?!?! Why is it only crazy people are the ones who wish to be hopelessly devoted to me? I’ve been honest, I’ve been mean I’ve been cold, distant, curtly kind and every other way I can think of, but for some strange reason some people are just to bloody thick headed, they can’t get it through to their little brains that I’m not interested. So stop, I repeat very firmly STOP EVERYTHING! What else do I have to do, kick you in the nuts? I really don't want to but getting teribly close to not caring as well.
I’m not looking for anything remotely resembling romance or *choke* love at this moment and time in my life and these kinds of affectionate attacks have a very nasty way of making my claws come out and then there is the removing eyes...
I’m very much about the self at this moment and rather enjoying it thank you very much. My standards are a bit high for what I could actually obtain, mayhap? I mean where is my very own Butch Walker or (older) Shawn Harris, punk rock artistic genius? You see why there is a lack of effort in looking for anything any more. If I can’t get what I'd like to have I'm a bit better off with just me and the ink stains around my fingers. Just my random insight for the day.
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