Marty where art thou?
Please come ASAP so my life won't drastically change. I don't want it now. Later would be nice. After I've experienced life and all. Then give it to me. Not now. Oh please not now.
I don't know what to do with life anymore. I'm going to New York in a few hours - without BH because he was a big mouth and his dad overheard him. And said no. Whatever. It would've been nice due to the weather. Oh well. His loss right?
I'm obsessed with you. And I fucking hate it so much I just want to take some billboard in Times Square, take it down, and stomp all over it until it's crumpled into a million little pieces. I sometimes can't take this. I just want to be free. I do feel tangled in this web and I can't get out. AH!
I just want to be with you and when I can't, I freak out.
AHHHHH!A;KDJFAKJFDA;KJFD;AKJDF;A
I just want to scream like how Björk did on her song, "It's Oh So Quiet."
According to http://www.songmeanings.net/, one user defined the song perfectly.
"This song is the most honest song about how relationships really work. Total romance and beauty existing side by side with boredom and moving-on and breakups and meaningless non-commital sex. Both can be real. The world isn't only an existentially meaningless abyss of nothingness and chance or a hugely meaningful place of catastrophic destiny and one-and-only-loves. It's both."
I can relate. *sigh*
Love can really fuck a person up - in the best and worst ways possible. I've probably fallen on both sides.
Consider me REALLY REALLY FUCKED UP!
