Jog On
I want all of the special feelings
All the memories
And late night chest heavings
I want them all to fade away.
Not return
Never see the light of day.
I want big fake smiles
Tinkling laughter
And emotional turnstiles
I'm sick of my locked rotation
Complacency or tears
Confounded alternate sensations
Goddammit, fuck, shit and piss
I should be done already
I need to be fucking over this!
Comments
I know you are online. Ahem.
So. I'm just going to take this opportunity to say...I lorve you.
That and...the pain keeps us alive. You know that better than I.
The sun will shine tomorrow, will it not?
I hate to be the voice of
I hate to be the voice of Rodney King here, but, cant we all just get along? Is the internet not infinite? Is there not room enough for everyone to speak their minds?
I do find it interesting when people want to hush others because they dont like what has been said. In the face of opposing views, we dont need less freedom, we need more. Please, speak your mind. Just try to use a little thought before hand.
See, I believe when a fool wants to show you their true nature, let them. Get out of their way. You wont have to convince anyone else that their postition is an inferior one. They can do that all on their own....
Hey baby
I just wanted to drop by and tell you how impressed i was when you bullied that nice woman on MySpace who was upset about the Virginia Tech shooting and you said it was pretty much the students fault.
Good for you. You can be a meanie on the internet.
I see no one really cares about you and you're back on MySpace because you need the attention. No on cares about your boring movie reviews or stupid website.
So come back, and crank out blogs about your love of penis.
Thats all your writing is good for.
Love Crabby
and yet...
here you are...
obviously drawn to her.
You need to make Your statement because You feel unheard in Your life. Do you feel better now?
Go wipe your nose, and put some clean underwear on. No one here cares about you either.
Go back to myspace and haunt other fabulously descriptive people who make you feel inferior. Go sit and yank on your wang for a minute imagining someone would ever find you interesting, crappy.
Love, Heather the Bitch.
Dear Heather
If you had any common sense, you'd put a tarp over those pushed up fun bags instead of looking like an absolute whore that no one wants.
At least you had the common sense to have shades on so no one could recognize you.
Quit living up to your name
You pathetic little pussy!
Too ignorant to know Zara never left MySpace and to shallow to know how little that matters. You see nothing. You are a zero. A nobody. Go back to your little hole and wallow in your pile of jealous shit with your minions who fall for the pretense that you are mysterious or significant.
shaman312
I've never seen a retard in a Fedora before
So thanks for that Retarded Jones in the Temple of Nobody Fucking Cares.
Zara is nothing but a fucking bully, that's it. So tough shit if you don't like it. Who the fuck do you think you are anyway? Matt Drudge?
Go be a jabbering homosexual someplace else.
You look like a young Peter Boyle if he was a drooling irrelevant inbred hillbilly in a stupid hat.
It sux to be so emotionally invested in something...
That never pays off. I'm sorry that you're still feeling this way...time heals, but somethings touch us so deeply that we don't ever really get over it. But everything makes us who we are and what doesn't kill you will make you stronger...or more numb...either way I hope you can find some happiness soon. Love ya dollface!
xxxoooxxx
Misty
Some pain never goes away.
Some pain never goes away.
I feel for you dear. I do.
I feel for you dear. I do. We may only be friends in the Internet world, but my heart goes out to you in this time.
It's like seeing a Monet painting during all the dark depressing stuff. You can look at one of his masterpieces at that time and feel his hurt. Thing is that he found a way to express his feelings using his god given talent.
You too Zara are taking this time of frustration, anger, and pain and expressing it in writing, rants and poems. And that I believe is your god given talent because like with Monet’s brushstrokes your writtings help me to feel your agony.
Peace Love & many Smiles...Dawn
That's the funniest thing i've ever read.
The crap Zara spews out compared to Monet? HAHHHH.
Thank you for the funniest thing on this entire website.
Literally speaking
Some people take things to literal. Here let me spell it out for you. I wasn't comparing Zara to Monet dumass. I was talking about people using their talents to express feelings. And in turn when I view said talent I am able to then empathize with the person.
Peace Love & many Smiles...Dawn
"The cousin"
ten years just to stop rotating.
Bruses leaves scares, heartattacks may kill you. But this is like beeing burried alive.