This little Bitch, Marla Singer!

dark center of the universe

oh bother.
god, i am feeling extremely raw and vulnerable because of the early morning.
i am of course, supposed to be asleep on my bed,
but right now, i am just on my bed,
and feeling partially disturbed about my third-year electives ranking shit.

oh, i am glad that i had a chat with ms. dowdy.
but her phone had to die like, 123452 times.

oh well, it is sort of sad how some friendships are so superficially and fakely profound.
don't you agree, dowdy?

we pretend that we are fitting jigsaw puzzles dancing in front of a hyperactive audience,
but we are not.
we know,
with this much forced understanding, we might break.

i grow so accustomed to the beats and tunes of my musical, that I forget to stop
dancing, singing and acting.
i should, because there is so much time and space to fill.

well, i am tired of this charade.
i guess,
i am just a shitty unreasonable bitch.

(maybe, we are of the same poison.
too much can kill)

mr. soccer was fairly right when he said i was emotional.
but i was accurate when i said i was only emotional about myself.

i said, " Not to wallow in self-pity,"
he said, "Its not pity; some of them are true."

its all pain even if they had different names.
(like how i gave everyone different names, including you)

but i will always be here to help, mr. soccer,
if you need me, that is.

the extremely vulgar me will say, " cheebye la , six hours more to waking up! cheebye !"
(cheebye being the new fuck!)

but remember, its a brand new day we are waking up to baby, its a brand day.

Posted by martha lung on Friday, February 24, 2006 at 5:53 AM | Permalink