Posted by susan47 on January 19, 2008, at 12:04:43
In reply to Mozart, posted by susan47 on December 8, 2007, at 19:32:46
Was Mozart happy, was Haydn happy, Beethoven, was Beethoven Happy?
How about Dorothy, Dorothy with the glasses, oh I can't remember the f*ck*ng mj .. Parker. Here on my shelf. I'm coming. Today I will read you and remember and feel your funny witties, funny titties, I have funny witty titties.
Oh, Dorothy. Oh, dear.
What the hell am I saying, where am I going on this trip, right now, here right now oh dear. I have to stop. This is not the place to be writing, I have to learn to write and do it on my own, because I have a real identity I am a real person and this is real life,
Susan you're on the web are you insane?
Yes.
Truly, I am crazy. A crazy stupid unhappy person. Thinking that she can change anything, I can change nothing, I can only be what I am and f*ck the world because the world certainly doesn't give a f*ck because I, I don't give a f*ck, that's the truth I am a failure I can't do anything right.
I can't do anything wrong, if I say f*ck the world.
The biker's hat trick, ftw.
How many unhappy people can ever do anything really positive, relaly good? It seems like a lot can. But it seems like it doesn't make them happy, and in the end what was better? What do you do though, if you're a stupid, ignorant unhappy person, who has no feeling of worth to even make a real connection? Why does my world have to center around my heart, why can't it center around golfing, or running, swimming, skating, fishing, oh god how I miss going fishing. I used to love to fish, I still love to do that but I don't want to do anything alone, the world is too real, it comes sense-crashing in and I cry too much. Everyone says I cry too much. But I have to cry, that is what no one understands, that crying makes me happy, and hard to be around, and that makes me sad.
I am truly a freak, submersed in self-pity.
Iloveyou.
poster:susan47
thread:798806
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20071223/msgs/807622.html