inner struggle. (not gas)
you try too hard and you've got histrionic/borderline/narcissistic/can't stand to be tedious personality disorder, you don't try at all and you're a tool. that happy middle may as well be Antarctica right now, or the gym. that's not fair, i may actually see Antarctica one day stupid image obsession and imaginary facebook happiness competitions (oh please, like you don't do it) and stupid living like i'm writing some sort of artist's statement because i can't just be a little gassy and grumpy today, i have to be frickin WOE. stupid trying too hard and not trying enough. i WILL crochet and talk about the weather and get that annoying paperwork done and i WILL occasionally be a bit drunk and write pretty songs for nobody while wearing air hostess (stewardess? flight attendant? plane lady?) make up and i won't reconcile those disparate desires because i don't have to and i don't want to and you can't make me so THERE (i'm not actually mad at anyone) |