pupothedoby

I'm a messenger that wears a bullet proof vest, just in case I have a shot. I'm fast drying ink and I'm desperate to become a clot. I'm just a smudge that won't come out, the baggage people talk about. I'm the secret everybody knows, I'm the book you wish would close. So burn me until your lungs are black, Forget me like I'm the past, Curse all the traits that I lack, We're nothing that would last. I'm a gift you returned, the sleepless nights you can't count, I'm the cold side of the bed, the hurdle you can't surmount, I'm the empty gas tank, when you just want to leave town. I'm an addiction you can't ever put down.

I am like the photographs, in that ratty box you keep, just a vignette of the past, a heart murmur when you feel weak. One day I'll just be an over exposure, in an old film and the details, will be lost. I am not worth the cost. I am not worth the cost.

This is not a journal, more so just product placement. It's shameful. Which means you've now read the title of this journal twice, which I feel really bad for. I'm so sorry. I'll commit seppuku, but I have to build a diamond sword in Minecraft before I can do that. ANYWAY. Please go to: http://soundcloud.com/misstycupcake Because I make music. Terrible, horrible, talentless music. So go there, and laugh about how terrible it is. Then you can tell your friends how bad it is, and they can make fun of it too. It'll be a whole make fun of the shitty music fest! YAY! Take care. <3