goodnightsun

That hate and anger and wrath that's been filling me up lately seems to be kinda... less. It's a good thing really but I feel kinda empty without it. It gave me some form of purpose, soem sense of anything and without it I'm just kinda blank and empty inside. I mean no it's not completely gone and never coming back, oh no no no. I guess it just kinda ebbs and flows. Like the tide. Or some retarded pms but not really. Whatever, it'll be back I'm sure. And with it will come back all that anger and wrath and misery. Oh teh misery. Something I'm sure I'd much ratehr do without but I think it'd leave me empty without it. B-sides (lulz), it's an emotio nand emotion = living and if not for all of them wouldn't that kinda be like being dead? But liek i said before, who knows, Death may just be the best part of Life. Who knows.
I really really really do wish that
Cue Shakespeare kid
I think that says enough right there... but really honestly and truly. It sucks having this feeling and not really doign anything going anywhere not even communicating. It's liek having everything but not being able to do anything. Better yet, liek having your cake but not eating it. Which is straight up retarded right? So tehre ya go. Retarded to teh fuckin max is a way to describe this feeling of a feeling. I just want to at the very least to be able to talk to
We die young you say?
No no I'm fine without a skullfuck thanks.
Right well, nothing quite like a nice mini-ish rant. It's a nice change of pace from the poetic wanna be shit. Without that hate and misery it's just not the same methinks. The fact that I'm writing this more liek i talk rather than endless sentences with random tangents to otehr things is a sign that I'm feeling more and more neutral. Even though both could be said to be the same thing.
But it cuts like a nightmare.
Ahaha it's bound to turn around indeed. And when it does it'll be back to the random ass titles and teh wanna be poetic shit. Probably with a rant thrown in here and tehre but who knows.
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