

the pursuit of perfectioni will be perfect. i will be a model student and everything i do will be an attemptthe pursuit of perfection
to hide the fact that i am dying inside.


scream as loud as you want.i'm sorry. i'm sorry that this means nothing and i'm sorry that you mean nothing i'm sorry that i mean nothing we came from nothing and will go to nothing. but i'm sorry anyway.scream as loud as you want.
i tried as hard as i honestly could i did everything i could think of i waited but it all went to nothing.
for a few brief, painfully sweet moments i felt as thought i had finally found some way of holding on to whatever's worth left holding on to. but there's nothing for me.
so i was left clinging hopelessly biting and scratchin


on my way down from the stars.i wonder when i lost my faith in humanity. i think it was ten years ago when i found myself strapped to a table in a thin white gown damp and cold and scared and dazed wired up with electrodes and a dull buzzing in my ears; the psychiatrist said i was wrong inside the head i thought: you must be wrong too, sir, you put me here.on my way down from the stars.
and then the room faded to black.
i wonder when i lost my faith in humanity. i think it was six months ago as bright light coruscated somewhere lingering on the horizon of my fading vision and the anaesthetic seeped


they were happy birds.how could anyone not love you? the sharp-beaked fury of your sinister self your beady eyes glassy depths of terror your wingbeats as you swoop overhead like a phantom. (a noisy phantom; i don't think my mother ever quite recovered from that time you hollered in her face).they were happy birds.
but i think you're beautiful. and i can't understand who wouldn't. in fact i think we could be friends. you are certainly more intelligent than the people i know. you don't whine. you don't brood. you are overjoyed when i offer you something so
i cant do my english or my history and i have to revise for my french test.
and shower. and do my eyebrows.
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Welcome to my world...wait...what are you doing here?
Gary: "Take some coins from the fountain"
Paul: "But they are wishes"
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it just happens.
and it's fucking annoying.
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"sometimes i stand between the sidewalk and the sky
and just stare into the clouds as they pass by.
you have to leave the ground to learn to fly."
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If you hold back feelings
because your afraid to get hurt,
you wind up gettign hurt anyway.
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