Friday, April 16, 2010
I miss watching television with a boyfriend.
Narcissism is evil. I've never met anyone else as self absorbed as him. Ugggh, I can't handle it. God, this post is ridiculous. I'm in a very strange mood or maybe I'm just too high.
I've never been so pushed and pulled emotionally/mentally like this before. I know it's all a game that he's gains much pleasure out of. I don't understand.
You're cussing a storm in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young
Red sun saint around your neck
A wet martini in a paper cup
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest.
Your eyes are broken bottles
And I'm afraid to ask
And all your wrath and cutting beauty
You're poison in the pretty glass
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest
You're all humming live wires under your killing clothes.
Get over here, I wanna kiss your skinny throat
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest
~THE NATIONAL~
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