Loneliness

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They are tempting me.
 
They are tempting me.
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School is such a waste.
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We're supposed to learn about things that don't matter.
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Who cares about [[The Shakesbeatles|poets]] and [[The Taming of the Loompa|plays]],
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When the world has no meaning?
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I can't wait to get my new glasses,
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Although I don't need them at all.
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That's why i stare at my [[Interociter|computer]] screen all day.
   
   
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I hate them too. They don't care about people or saving lives.
 
I hate them too. They don't care about people or saving lives.
 
They won't even perscribe me my new glasses,
 
 
That's why i stare at my [[Interociter|computer]] screen all day.
 
   
 
[[∀|A]] pair of kiddie scissors aren't sharp enough to cut, they're all I have.
 
[[∀|A]] pair of kiddie scissors aren't sharp enough to cut, they're all I have.

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Loneliness

Loneliness is the dark despair of solitude.

It is the feeling that no one loves me.

Not even my mom or my cat really understand the pain of Teenaged Angst.

No one understands me.

No one loves me.

My family claims that they do, but we all know they're lying.

God, I hate them so much; the fakes.

The only people who love me, The only ones who understand or care

All live in my iPod.


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Note to self: Try this later.

Valentines Day. People are supposed to be happy, right?

I'm not.

Not since she left me.

I guess she found someone more screwed up than I am,

or perhaps he's just more Scene than I, or maybe it's his hair.

It was the best three days of my life, though, with her.

She was so much better than the girl last week.

I let her draw Xs and Cut Lines on my wrists in sharpie.

They're still there, mocking me, reflecting the darkness in my soul.

They are tempting me.


School is such a waste.

We're supposed to learn about things that don't matter.

Who cares about poets and plays,

When the world has no meaning?

I can't wait to get my new glasses,

Although I don't need them at all.

That's why i stare at my computer screen all day.


My dad took away my razor set last weekend.

I hate him. He doesn't understand me.

The doctors are still worried about my problems.

I hate them too. They don't care about people or saving lives.

A pair of kiddie scissors aren't sharp enough to cut, they're all I have.

This sucks. These thirteen years have been a waste,

And I want to end it all now.




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