| The Sad Page |
| Stuff thats gonna make you sad. If you dont care, then stop reading |
| You know, when you just get to this certian piont, where your generally outlook on life is shitty. And you get this feeling inside your chest, its empty and vacant and it hurts. And you feel like you cant even talk to anyone about whatevers causing the feeling, because they wouldnt understand, or care either. And you think the people who matter most wont care if you told them. |
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| I hate being at home. I hate listening to the two of you scream at each other, as if the only feelings you harbor for each other are vengeful ones. I cant stand knowing that the two of you are completely dependant on each other for all the wrong reasons, and that’s why you tolerate each other. I hate thinking that we could lose the house at any given time, and we could lose our lives as we know them. I hate the fact that your too wrapped up in ruthlessly complaining about each other to even ask what’s going on in my life, not that I would tell you anyway, but your at least supposed to make the effort. You can’t even tell me who my best friend is, or what I’m interested in, or what happened in Florida, or even who that guy was who I was hanging out with. You wouldn't be able to tell me that he was my best friend, not my boyfriend, or even what his name was. You know nothing. You think you know, but you don’t. ‘It’s 11 p.m. Do you know where your child is?’ No. You don’t. |
| Pass the Kleenex slave no longer won't try to wipe away your tears don't complain you have nothing when you want nothing of what we try to give. kleenex handler. giver of compliments. there when there's no one better. that's all i am to you. that's all i'll ever be. luckyducky_92@hotmail.com Note: I did not write this and it does not pertain to my life. Its just sad, so its on the sad page. |
| There really isn't anything extraordinary about me. I wasn't lucky with looks, I'm not exceptionally good at anything, and I most likely won't get into college. There isn't anything that I'm even interested in either. I'm just average, at everything. |
| If I could tell you one thing Then I'd tell you everything I'd probably say that you've been on my mind Since we held hands out in the rain Smoking cigarettes to play Off all the butterflies I had inside And now I think that you should know That you've got everything That I've wanted for so damn long And that I wouldn't hesitate to trade away everything If you tell me that I'm not wrong So know I think that you should know That I've been waiting for you Since we sat underneath the stars as I held you in my arms Killing just another summer night |
| You know when you completely psych yourself up for something, it'll always let you down. You think something is going to be so great and you get so excited and then you actually experience it and you're massively disappointed. But thats just how life always manages to screw you over. Because everyone really is out to get you, and you have nowhere to hide. |
| You don't even care. You do not give one shit about me anymore. You don't give one shit about anything now that you've met new people. We're shit to you now. You should definately notice that there's something wrong, but you don't. Because you don't care anymore. I don't know about them, but you've lost me. |
| I'm very sick and very broken and no one cares. |
| My daddy is really sick. It makes me cry sometimes. |
| Life always manages to screw you over. It's called karma. I think. All those cliche's about life aren't true. The early bird doesn't get the worm. The early bird gets caught in traffic on the way to the worm, and ends up lying dead in the street in a three bird pile up because he was greedy. Even if you did nothing wrong and you don't deserve the punishment and hell you're going through, you'll get it. Because no matter what you do, life will turn you the wrong way. |
| Just to let you know, I have nothing to do with who you sleep with, what you do, and who castrates you or not. I really don't care. Thats her deal now, not mine. And I really don't care what you do I do hate you though. I think you're a disgusting, deceitful person, and if you're reading this, I'm guessing that you're so full of yourself that you think I still have feelings for you. Yes, I have feelings for you. When I see you, I feel like I need to vomit. |
| Last Updated 11.5.03 |