I'm fucking lonely.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, December 12, 2009
It was a bad night.
You know what the worst sound in the whole world is?
Hearing your own mother screaming in agony.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Thoughts of a Reject
Why am I so ugly?
What did I do wrong?
What did I say?
What did I do?
Do I exude some putrid odor?
Is there something wrong with my face?
Am I fat?
I need to lose weight.
I need to stop eating.
I need to go on a diet.
I need to work out.
I NEED TO STOP THINKING.
Maybe...
He's sick.
Or away from home.
Or his internet broke down.
Or he got in a car accident.
Or maybe he works late shifts now.
Or he went on a trip and got stranded on a desert island and is waiting for me to come rescue him with a helicopter where we'll fall so far in love and never leave each other.
Maybe...
He just doesn't want to talk to me.
What did I do wrong?
What did I say?
What did I do?
Do I exude some putrid odor?
Is there something wrong with my face?
Am I fat?
I need to lose weight.
I need to stop eating.
I need to go on a diet.
I need to work out.
I NEED TO STOP THINKING.
Maybe...
He's sick.
Or away from home.
Or his internet broke down.
Or he got in a car accident.
Or maybe he works late shifts now.
Or he went on a trip and got stranded on a desert island and is waiting for me to come rescue him with a helicopter where we'll fall so far in love and never leave each other.
Maybe...
He just doesn't want to talk to me.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I love you.
Dear Mom,
I love you
You keep saying you're getting too old for anything
And you're at such an amazing age. You're 60.
But you have the surgery scheduled for next year.
And you just got hearing aids.
And every time I hug you, everything seems to hurt.
And I can tell,
Day by day,
Week by week
You're getting weaker and weaker.
And....
I just don't want you to go yet.
So I just want to say.
I love you. Alot.
Please stay longer.
Love Kristian
I love you
You keep saying you're getting too old for anything
And you're at such an amazing age. You're 60.
But you have the surgery scheduled for next year.
And you just got hearing aids.
And every time I hug you, everything seems to hurt.
And I can tell,
Day by day,
Week by week
You're getting weaker and weaker.
And....
I just don't want you to go yet.
So I just want to say.
I love you. Alot.
Please stay longer.
Love Kristian
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Two Perspectives
Dear God,
Please make me pretty
I know you made me, me
But sometimes,
I wish I looked like the guy on T.V.
Instead of having a PhD in philosophy.
If I were beautiful and dumb,
At least then I wouldn't be smart enough to care.
But I guess this is the life I lead
And I should be content with what you've given me
So thank you God.
Amen
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Dear God,
Please make me smart
I know you made me, me
But sometimes,
I wish I were smarter than a fifth grader
Instead of on the cover of GQ and the Enquirer
If I were smart and average
At least I'd be able to understand what ever one says all the time
But I guess this is the life I lead
And I should be content with what you've given me
So thank you God.
Amen
Please make me pretty
I know you made me, me
But sometimes,
I wish I looked like the guy on T.V.
Instead of having a PhD in philosophy.
If I were beautiful and dumb,
At least then I wouldn't be smart enough to care.
But I guess this is the life I lead
And I should be content with what you've given me
So thank you God.
Amen
_________________________________________________________
Dear God,
Please make me smart
I know you made me, me
But sometimes,
I wish I were smarter than a fifth grader
Instead of on the cover of GQ and the Enquirer
If I were smart and average
At least I'd be able to understand what ever one says all the time
But I guess this is the life I lead
And I should be content with what you've given me
So thank you God.
Amen
Friday, March 6, 2009
No More
I don't know where I'm going
I just hope he'll be there
And everyday I just keep trying
To find someone who cares
The world just keeps on saying
"You'll never find your true love"
And why does everyone keep saying
"You're too young to be in love"
But I know, I know
Where I want to go
Where I want to be
And I know, I know
Where I want to go
Where I want to be
Everyday I am dreaming
Of what my life will be
Like a house with a white picket fence that I've
Only heard of in stories
A kid and a dog in the park playing
Across from where we live
But then I wake up and realize
I've slept in an hour again
I know, I know
Where I want to go
Where I want to be
I know, I know
Where I want to go
Where I want to be
I just want to be in love
No more shattered pieces
No more crying faces
I just want to be in love
Have someone to hold you
Have someone to want you
I just want to be in love
Cause I'm tired of waiting for you.
I know, I know
That it may be naive
That I might be young
But I know, I know
Where I want to go
Where I want to be
This is an unfinished work.
There is still stuff I would like to add, and eventually I'm going to record it.
I just hope he'll be there
And everyday I just keep trying
To find someone who cares
The world just keeps on saying
"You'll never find your true love"
And why does everyone keep saying
"You're too young to be in love"
But I know, I know
Where I want to go
Where I want to be
And I know, I know
Where I want to go
Where I want to be
Everyday I am dreaming
Of what my life will be
Like a house with a white picket fence that I've
Only heard of in stories
A kid and a dog in the park playing
Across from where we live
But then I wake up and realize
I've slept in an hour again
I know, I know
Where I want to go
Where I want to be
I know, I know
Where I want to go
Where I want to be
I just want to be in love
No more shattered pieces
No more crying faces
I just want to be in love
Have someone to hold you
Have someone to want you
I just want to be in love
Cause I'm tired of waiting for you.
I know, I know
That it may be naive
That I might be young
But I know, I know
Where I want to go
Where I want to be
This is an unfinished work.
There is still stuff I would like to add, and eventually I'm going to record it.
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