Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Sugar, We're Going Down.

Annie Are You OK?
So, Annie Are You OK?
Are You OK Annie?
You've Been Hit By
You've Been Struck By -

A Smooth Criminal



I find that the more I try to tell myself that I don't care, I realise that I DO care.

I do.

I care if people like me. I want people to like me.

And it bothers me when they don't.

She is like a loud obnoxious child. She came into my cirlce of friends and started screaming bloody murder.

Why?

I don't know.

And the odd part.

She barely said anything.

She just sat there, burning holes in my head with her eyes.

Stop.

Just.

Stop.

I get it. You made me feel like shit. You made me feel violated, tormented, sick to my stomach.

You made me feel like worse than dirt.

I get it.

Now stop.

Stop.