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Song of the day: This is the new shit, Marylin Manson.

pe jos

Photo by Ionut Botezatu

you'll rescue me right? in the exact same way they never did...
I'll be happy right? when your healing powers kick in

you'll complete me right? then my life can finally begin
I'll be worthy right? only when you realize the gem I am?

but this won't work now the way it once did
and I won't keep it up even though I would love to
once I know who I'm not then I'll know who I am
but I know I won't keep on playing the victim

these precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was defenseless
and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends

this ring will me yet as will you knight in shining armor
this pill will help me yet as will these boys gone through like water

but this won't work as well as the way it once did
cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss
and though I know who I'm not I still don't know who I am
but I know I won't keep on playing the victim

these precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid
and parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend

I've spent so long firmly looking outside me
I've spent so much time living in survival mode

(alanis morisette, precious illusions)

my little girl

Bimbo :).

loser

I am a loser (except for weight where I am a winner!). I foolishly love people who use me and then leave. I foolishly trust people who take advantage of me then walk. I give my friendship to all kind of branded wankers who are unworthy of it. and then, when all this happens, I cry like a loser that I am. And I feel bad about myself. I feel like a "carpa". Like a "pres". I feel uncool. I feel a little part of me is dying. I feel like a failure.

This is not even a romantic story. It's not about passion or romance. It's just about human narrowness. Stupidity. Va(i)nity. Emptiness. Sick. Me of you.