wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker, suicide is slow with liquor

sometimes, we find ourselves identifying with the dumbest things.

the homeless vagrant with his pushcart trolley, backpack full of his precious belongings that hold no meaning in this practical and pragmatic world, the souvenirs of a life that threw him away. so many places to go, no true place to call home.

the little girl, with her Strawberry Shortcake bag and barney soft toy. lost in the mall of the world, sobbing her heart out, screaming for mommy. afraid of the evil world, filled with unscrupulous bastards and scheming sluts. everyone starts looking like the grinch, and you don't know what to do.

the abandoned baby in the news, unloved and unwanted. not given a choice as to what she wants. just dumped, and alone in this world.

the criminal incarcerated in jail for 10 years, and just released. no place in this society, and no one to turn to for help. shunned, despised and unforgiven.

the shamed "slut", a child born out of wedlock, and termed as 'loose' for sleeping around. the struggling artist with no income.

the scorned single mother, the scandalous adulterer. the flamed arsonist. the teacher with rebellious students, flyaway papers. the mother in her late forties, balancing career and domestic chores.

the suicidal girl.

the alcoholic who drinks to runaway from problems, the drug addict with issues.

the teenager who self-mutiliates, just because. the guy with the disabilities. the one guy who can never score girls, no matter how hard he tries. the nerd with his taped up spectacles, scouring the law books for a grain of truth in life.

the girl who has been the bridesmaid 4 times, and still no offers to marriage. the anorexic girl who cannot stop dieting, the pet dog that got neglected and abandoned on the streets to fend for himself.

the damsel in distress, with no prince charming in sight.

the one who gives too much to remember to feel real. the one immune to feeling, trapped in a bubble of self-hatred. the one who feels she's never good enough.

The Lost Cause. spending his days in a slump, skipping school, lighting up at every street corner, tossing caution into the wind. drinking whiskey everynight, to take flight from the problems that seem too colossal to handle. too promiscuous for commitments. too afraid of heartache to love.

/i want a tongue piercing.

&absbeb.,aix

[edit]

"nobody feels pity for inanimate objects, you must be losing your head."

who feels pity for the flowers by the roadside? picked, given away, only to be thrown aside.
who feels pity for the Moon? so beautiful, and hung up high in the sky, like an untouchable portrait of pain. nobody realises she's always alone. no one cares, or do they? the sun's overshadowing the moon, as always.
who feels pity for the ragdoll you threw away because you moved on, and found something better?

jolyn: i'm sad
someone else: whatever for? emo. lolll, i tell you, happiness is just a state of mind. think happy thoughts *nirvana* it's your choice whether you want to be happy or not! *beams*

jolyn: i'm sad
someone else: me too. like, i'm dumb, disgusting, retarded, ugly, fat, overweight, obese, smelly, et cetera, et cetera, insert adjectives. i feel like the world has something against me, everyone hates me, i want to die. the stars aren't out tonight, maybe if i kill myself, the world would be better.
jolyn: but...i'm sad.
someone else: so what? i'm sad too. anyway, i've been through this, this, that, that ______________. have YOU? no? so sit down, shut the fuck up and listen to me whine instead.

jolyn: i'm sad
someone else: huh? oh, okay. got homework or not ah, today?

jolyn: i'm sad
someone else: oh. eh, talk to you later. i busy.

it doesn't work anymore, you know.

nobody listens, and nobody cares. who cares?

you don't [/edit]. and that's what killing me inside.

i'll show you my scars if you ask me, i believe i won them in this battle against myself.
i regret, i yearn, i desire, i feel. i lose.