parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We Are Invisible Listening To: Several Ways To Die Trying by Dashboard Confessional I haven't looked out my windows at night lately. You've kept me alone and diminished and you filled me with scars of lies and faults and problems. I want to be desireable. I want to be everything anyone else wanted to ever be. I'd be god. I'd be that person on the side of your milk-carton: The smile in the picture is to cover up all the pain and suffering. I want to be your scenery. I want to be your sky and you cover me up with stupid scars. Stupid visible signs of pain on my skin, in my head. I am brainwashed from all of the ignorance and decitfulness and shit that you all have put me through. I am so alone in this fucking world. I'm so fucking fake. 12:16 a.m. - 09-22-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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