They're singing German lullabies around me and the Swede is talking to her boyfriend, the one whose married and sends her red roses every Tuesday. My mother and my little brother have got Monty Python turned up so loud my walls are bleeding and I've got my fingers trembling as I try to find a way to make my father believe I'm not an alcoholic at fifteen years of age. My boyfriend hates me for purely political reasons and we're seperated by an ocean now that his family decided to fuck everything up. My friends have dyed their hair multi-coloured to promote 'racial equality' and keep telling me to taste it - taste the rainbow, but although this may be painfully old-hat, all I taste is bitter. Life is chaotic. Some people say anything is better than death.
But I'm tired.
8:04 PM, Saturday, 8th of November, 2008.
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little side note: you've probably noticed I pretty much write about morbid subjects, aka murder/serial killers/etc, but it's not because I'm insane, or a budding serial killer. I just find people that evil extremely interesting, because what made them that way?! So yeah. Just wanted to clarify: not insane.
authors: arthur miller, jean genet, rimbaud, baudelaire, hunter s thompson, bukowski, palahniuk, shakespeare (mainly Romeo and Juliet... yes, I am not above tragic romance!), marquis de sade (naughty man he was), also, I do not mind the odd serial killer novel (once again: not insane) such as the Dexter series by Jeff Lindsay or the Hannibal series by Thom Harris.
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