The Tale of the Masochist
Journal Entry: Thu Mar 13, 2008, 9:05 PM
- Mood:
Resentful - Listening to: Ingrid Michealson
- Reading: "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath
- Drinking: Water
Life is a strange thing. I feel so empty inside. I feel like I've died already and my body still lives. I have no soul, I have no emotions. Seriously, I don't feel anything anymore. I feel no pain, no sorrow, no happiness, nothing. Absolutely nothing. I DO feel resentment. But I'm past anger...past hatred...past emotions.
I am empty.
I am dead already, my body just doesn't know it yet.
I am a masochist.
Devious Comments
--
"J'unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes"
have you surfaced
from the sorrow
which submerged
you
for
a
day
have you seen your
smiles resurface
has your joy
yet
come
to say
i am like the
fleeting sun
behind
a
randy cloud
if the cloud
were gone
you'd see
nothing wrong
with going blind.
jkk
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/^/----========[8>\./\./<8]========----\^\
I know - no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone
~Joni Mitchell~
Have a nice day
--
"J'unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes"
--
~scorsagra Love
this is quite late, but i'd still like to thank you for the
--
Feel Infinite
--
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing Star.
Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
hello there my friend...
Thank you so much for your kind support , i really feel so honored to receive that..
Have a nice day
--
"J'unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes"
--
.belki de en güzeli böyle
have a nice day here
Kisses
Nino
--
...Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.
Impossible is nothing !
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