Your body assumed its proper form when my fists tore it apart!
What do say to someone with no conscience?
How do stop carring for someone who doesn't
care for you?
How many times must you get your heart stepped on before you say enough is enough. No more putting myself out there. From now on its just luaghing and
loveless sex?
I often wonder why I even have a conscience anyway. Life would be so much easier and less stressful if I didn't own one.
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Mood:
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Listening to: Korn-See You on the Other Side-Liar
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Reading: The Punisher-The Slavers
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Watching: The Boondocks
Everyone has moments when conscience vanishes. everyone's made a decision free from conscience at some point, so I say... nothing. Until they realize that fucking with other people eventually fucks yourself.
How do stop carring for someone who doesn't
care for you?
you don't. you drown your sorrows in booze for a bit, then some casual sex, then maybe a casual relationship where you destroy someone the very way you were destroyed, and suddenly you realize you're back on the ledge, ready to fall for love again.
How many times must you get your heart stepped on before you say enough is enough. No more putting myself out there. From now on its just luaghing and
loveless sex?
haha, until you play so many games that you realize your life is a joke. You find some sweet soul who wants to make you right, put your pieces back together. and you fall in love again. possibly to be screwed over again, but thus is the nature of love right?
I often wonder why I even have a conscience anyway. Life would be so much easier and less stressful if I didn't own one.
well then there would be none of that soul I love so much in your art...
Deep down inside, I'm truly pessimistic. Or maybe I'm optimistic on the surface, pessimistic beneath, with an optimistic core. hmm...
As of right now, I think I'll never find someone I truly love as an equal. It sucks. I fall in love, and then in a split second, my entire attitude changes and I run the hell out of there. fear? egotism? who knows.
I've dated every type of guy imaginable. I've come to the conclusion that the One for me has to be extremely intelligent, has to be as ambitious as I am, I need to be attracted to him, and he's got to have a life plan that fits with mine. Here's the weird part. I need a guy with a dark side. I just can't reach the same level of passion with some "perfect" guy who does everything right. I need to fight hard and fuck hard, pretty much. There always has to be sexual tension. A dark side always means problems, but I can deal with that for the sake of the connection. I'm dating a great guy who loves me-- a lot. Why is it that every time we're together, I want to cut him loose?
arrrggg...
Me, I seem to only be attracted to women who don't mind hurting me.
And even after they do, I still keep chasing after them.
I guess that makes me a little bit of a masochist.
We're all fucked up sweetheart, so if you like pain, go for it. Some day, I know I'll find the 'right' relationship. It will happen eventually. but for now I think I'll keep pretending.
all I ever had to comfort me. Delusions of grandure, and all.