08.07.2004
And I was like, Whateva!
I found a poem I wrote a few weeks before my surgery. Seems more appropriate now, somehow.~~~~~
this sinking feeling in my stomach
can't be that because i swear
i have no insides
pulled out all my hair
now i'm wrung out, white washed and threadbare
inattention makes me dull
no feelings or thoughts to spare
not a bad feeling, though, this emptiness
it doesn't hurt as much as sorrow or loneliness
just a mild disconnection with the world around me
odd to notice the difference so quickly
how soon bitterness fades to indifference
~~~~~Yikes, it's not even good!
In other news, I have no news. But no news is good news, right? Wrong. More of the same ickiness.
Listening to: "Bad Hair Day" by MxPx.
alannablue at 10:57 p.m.