So Damn Clever
August 21, 2009
Every time I see your face,
I can see the games you play.
Nobody can break hearts better,
Why do you have to be so damn clever.
I realise that sometimes hard work isn't enough to get you what you want.
It seems like all that hard work I'm doing is going to waste because I only emerge as a lousy runner-up in this silent battle that enrages. And of course, people tell me that you are as good as a loser once you stop fighting, but in some cases, it's utter bullshit.
What's the point in fighting if she isn't going to open up her eyes and see that I'm actually worthy of that gold medal? Well, you may think some miracle may happen and whatnot.
But hey, let's be realistic.
she.is.effing.blind.
My rage is probably bordering on jealousy, but I know what I'm talking about when I say I can do it better. But who's listening?
-moment of silence-
EXACTLY!
The answer is no one.
I will not tolerate this.
DIE YOU WITCH.
In the name of Slash, you will perish when the lightning strikes the amp and a streak of electrically-powered notes hurls itself at you square in the face.
Ouchouchouch.
You have no idea how painful it is for me to type this.
Physically painful.
I'm recovering from fever/flu/sore throat/cough/body ache which visited me on Monday. Now that the fever had subsided, the body ache starts to set in. The doctor at the hospital said it should be aching at my lower back, but I'm getting in BOTH MY ARMS. It effing hurts. No, no, no. It really does fucking hurt.
The Carmenata.
