I am the wilderness locked in a cage,
I am a growing force you kept in place.
I am a rolling wave without the motion,
I am a glass of water longing for the ocean.
I am the fire burning desperately, but you're controlling me.

Release me

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the art of noise suddenly snapped!

i got a job, as a telemarketer. feel free to hate me

with my first paycheck i'll either buy:
a ticket to london
a tatoo of the velvet underground/andy warhol banana
clothes
beer
or something for my camera



hard to decide

SAD=seasonal affective disorder=winterdepression=the word disorder makes me feel retarded

everything is boring.
i have nothing to do
i have no money
i have no job
i don't feel like listening to anything on my ipod
i hate all of my clothes
i don't want to go outside because it's wet, cold and constantly dark
i don't want to stay at home because it feels like i'm missing out on my youth (ridiculous, i know)
i have nothing to read
i am so bored the only thing i do is eat even though i'm so full i feel sick

top 10 things i hate so much i just want to kill someone (preferably nr 3.) i don't think i wrote them in an order, but perhaps i did subconsciously.

1 spiders
2 syringes
3 nicolas cage
4 having wet hair
5 my nose
6 croccs
7 math
8 parsnip
9 the sound of people who chew with their mouths open
10 the indians that have been standing in the middle of stockholm playing their stupid indian playbackmusic for as long as i can remember. the hare krishnas aren't even that annoying (nothing against native americans, i love you guys)