a party of pity for one

2009-08-22 | 3:07 p.m.

today i woke up and i didn't get out of bed for hours.
i'd like to think thats what saturdays are for but i know i'm being an awful person again.
i don't want to be anyone's anything today
and i'm tired of explaining to people why i'm tired.
i hate this cereal
some girl ruined my song
people call and don't answer when i call them back
i'm uninterested in whatever drama they try so desperately to conjure up.
i had a good night last night
drinking and laughing
with someone i shouldn't be drinking and laughing with
but i'm sure he's busy today
because thats how great he is.
i'm not great.
i'm not even real.
i have nothing to write about
no realizations or prose
my imagination and labido are dying
and noone i know has any idea
that i write at all.
i'd go back to bed if the world would let me

i'd go back everytime.

ps. i haven't been tickled since i was a wee one
then i got tickled even though i'm not ticklish
i laughed till i cried and screamed
somehow everything got better.