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me, me, me
Thursday, 25 September 2003
Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
Oi. Hey people. Hope your all doing well. How am I doing? Hmmmm. I've said the word 'suck' so much that it has lost all meaning to me.Everything is falling apart. I'm not talk to my dad. I'm not talking to my friend because sshe won't stop skipping school. My coffee maker broke and I refuse to drip the crap they call coffee at school. I have sooo much homework, just spent about half my bank account and my computer deleted all my music. Anyone wanna trade lives? Please? Oh well, I'll find a way to get through all this, one thing at a time. I just have to keep telling myself that murder is a felony.
- title lyrics: Child Psychology- Black Box Recorder

stopped talking when I was six years old
I didn't want anything more to do with the outside world
I was happy being quiet
But, of course, they wouldn't leave me alone
My parents tried every trick in the book
From speech therapists to child psychologists
They even tried bribery
I could have anything
As long as I said it out loud

Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it

Of course this episode didn't last forever
I'd made my point and it was time to move on
To peel away the next layer of deceit
And see what new surprises lay in store
My school report said I showed no interest
"A disruptive influence"
I felt sorry for them in a way
And when they finally expelled me
It didn't mean a thing

Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it

(At that time she stopped what she was doing, she stopped playing. She stared, she had the facial grimicing, and then the psychiatrist was saying, "Julie, Julie, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes? Can you stick out your tongue?" And all of a sudden, Julie struck out.)

The November day when I came home
The Christmas decorations were already up
Spray on snow, coloured flashing lights
And an artificial tree that played Silent Night
Over and over again
My parents welcomed me with loving arms
But within an hour were back at each others throats
Normal, happy childhood back on course
Batteries not included

Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it

Posted by zine2/dopesickgirl at 6:53 PM EDT
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