theEndOfMindShit
I found fools I never expected. Worthless trash was read. But I did not end my fall. shit is too good a word for my state of mind. As a friend of mine explained. Try this. Take a black plastic bag, put it over your head. Close its end by a string over around your neck. Welcome to the state of my MIND. Further from that try this. imagine the greatest geek you've seen, the most dreary. Imagine him without his knowledge , information, dumb as a blonde. Thats me. REmove all original thoughts, dreams feelings from your mind. And you now feel like me, but not quite. Now imagine that you're given all opportunities and resources and support you ever wanted. then FAIL. Thats MY way. Imagine you can not dream.
I want to be interesting, mysterious, able to communicate, impress people. NOT be the DorK. not always. I want someone to confide in me, to be a friend, for someone to decide to share experience with me. This is not about love or some shit like that incase you wonder, this is about getting out of this place. MY MIND to reach out into another, to dispense, and receive, not be the fcker who always the talking, in overdrive, fills the other with mediocrity of his thought. TO get help, to Grow, to understand. For someone not to stand at a a distance and laugh at my incompetence and lack of thought and depth, but to direct it, to help me expand my mind, I HATE YOU. for you understand the world MORE than I do.
lost in the rush, a mistake, a mention in the real world, a false hope for greatness, to mistake mediocrity as excellence, but it soon came back and this is the end of mind shit
he can flow into pain, and likes it, to feel sorry for himself, to justify the failure. BUT this day it ends. this is the end of mind shit,
I want to be interesting, mysterious, able to communicate, impress people. NOT be the DorK. not always. I want someone to confide in me, to be a friend, for someone to decide to share experience with me. This is not about love or some shit like that incase you wonder, this is about getting out of this place. MY MIND to reach out into another, to dispense, and receive, not be the fcker who always the talking, in overdrive, fills the other with mediocrity of his thought. TO get help, to Grow, to understand. For someone not to stand at a a distance and laugh at my incompetence and lack of thought and depth, but to direct it, to help me expand my mind, I HATE YOU. for you understand the world MORE than I do.
lost in the rush, a mistake, a mention in the real world, a false hope for greatness, to mistake mediocrity as excellence, but it soon came back and this is the end of mind shit
he can flow into pain, and likes it, to feel sorry for himself, to justify the failure. BUT this day it ends. this is the end of mind shit,
posted by lev at 12:44 AM
2 Comments:
Leave your things behind
'Cause it's all going off without you
Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy
These mess-ups
You bubble-wrap
Once again, I stand at the same crossroad, asking you the same thing...why not let someone in?
Why not let someone share their life with you, no strings attached??
Why not??
Why do you have to be so overtly-critical of every breath that you take???
For God's sake...give yourself some space yaar!!
Stop this constant analysis.
Try to just live without reasons, without judgements without analysing events, your own responses....
Like always said too much.
Jst wrote wt came to mind.
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