I've been feeling pretty shi*tty lately.
For no particular reason.
Sort of ever since...friday.
Maybe saturday.
But who's keeping track?
I guess I've been feeling alone.
It has come to my attention I'm the only person that I know that doesn't have a boyfriend (or girlfriend in the case of a boy).
How typical.
"You just have to wait"
I'm sick of waiting.
I'm sick of everyone saying how I'll have someone great...
If I wait.
What if I don't want to?
I guess it really doesn't matter if I want to or not.
Considering you can't have a boyfriend if a boy never looks your way.
Which bothers me.
Because everyone I know always claims I'm "pretty" or whatever.
And yet...no boy.
So there's got to be something wrong with one of them.
Either the people saying that I have some form of attractive-ness.
Or the boys that don't consider me part of the female species.
f*ck.
I had a street so big and long.
Woke up one day and found my street was gone.
You make streets so straight that a compass does no good.
The concrete has a weight makes me feel like I should pack it up and follow it to the end.
Where does it go and what is it for?
And where is the street I once adored?
I had a slide so long and more.
Woke up one day and found a department store.
You make lights so bright that no one can see.
They make me feel like I should be a porno star in your hit movie about self-destruction and sensational disease.
You're so many men I know.
You think everyone's got their price.
Spread 'em out.
Light it up.
No, no, no!
What is your view and what do you see.
With bright lights lighting fires all down the streets you are so on fire.
[pornographic architecture - milemarker]
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xxDiscoxDollyxx: 4:52 PM
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