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Wednesday, September 29, 2004


   meh.
i feel sick. but today i made an ass of myself while we played improv. it was still fun.

urm. not much to say, so let me leave you with some depressing poetry:

Goth Girl Got Grin

A small smile, shrinking, sad
I impovise and invest in my own intuition.
There's three thoughts:
Death, deliverance, and direction
None of which i can pursue
All in black, i blend in
Unnoticed, uncertain, unshaken
By the reality of life
Nothing is real
All's a dream, and I'm not hurting

I seek for better days
When the girl in the mirror is someone I can stand
But for now she sickens me
I gag, though no bile will fall
A small black spot in the snow of the world
All I see is sad, even though I pretend
My pretending, my acting, like it's all ok
It's not. I'm so imperfect, so insecure, I fall into my evil

My faultful fantasy of fitting in,
I can forget it
I never will.
Always the outsider, always the trying
Can't kill the crowded thoughts of killing myself
How long must I drag myself down before
Before I can break free and die or be happy or both?
Wonder, will my act bring me joy...
I smile in the light, around you all
I laugh, i be who I used to be
But by myself, i'm too sad to breathe
My shiny blade falls into my unflinching flesh
The blood bubbles back, brooding and brazen
In the mirror, just for a moment, I'm someone i can stand.
And just for a moment,
Goth girl got grinthank you!

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