I am the Passenger.

Well, you've found me now, haven't you? Bloody useless, this hiding place. Anyone can find it.
Anyhow, do enjoy the ride. Be sure to keep your limbs inside at all times. There's some nasty things out here.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Hurt.

Music: Hurt - Johnny Cash


Mood:


Hurt.



I am so, so tired of getting attatched to people that don't really give a flying fuck about me. I'm tired of being used for my writing. It's not something I can do all the time and enjoy now; it's something I can only do with the right mood and the right subject and characters and sometimes the right music.
Sad thing is, they actually mean a lot to me. I thought we were close.


What a great fucking day this has been.

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