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i suppose i could

i’m annoyed

after tearing my room apart
putting it back together
doing all the laundry
and rearranging the other room
i still can’t find my damn pants

but i find it really annoying
because i had them just the other day
i found the shirt but no pants
i can’t even blame it on anyone stealing them

i’m annoyed

but i’ve decided
i’ll delay my nap
head up to the mall
and get some more

because as we all know
the best way to find something
is to buy a brand new one
but so much for the mall stores
actually being open

i suppose i could wear a skirt

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cold

i feel cold

not bad
not angry
not sad
not depressed
not low
not any of that

just

cold

i still hold true to my ideas of Silent Apathy
i’m not someone they particularly care about anyway
i’ve always known that’s how it always was
i didn’t get it then, it’s still the wrong term

but i understand now

perhaps Silent Apathy
isn’t really holding to how i am
it implies a deliberate ignorance on my part
at any rate, i can’t deliberately ignore

but i can stay away

she doesn’t need to hear from me
she doesn’t want to

but i will send it out

one last message before
she becomes a background figure

you don’t like it
i don’t care
i can’t help it
i am who i am
i’m a watcher
i keep track
i pay attention
and i guard

no amount of ranting will change that

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smooshed
compressed
under pressure
with no room to move

unaware
less aware than she used to be

–i don’t hear them!–

startled
leaping three feet into the air
or skip-skipping a heartbeat

she can’t help it
she can’t find another outlet
she’s getting angry and pissed
and
crying
again

–i don’t cry in front of other people!–

maybe she’d feel better if things started to go up
yet the higher she rises
the further she falls

maybe she’d feel different if life wasn’t so isolated
surrounded by crowds
but so entirely alone

maybe if she didn’t hate
where she was
so much

maybe if she didn’t hate
who she was
so much

maybe she’d smile
again

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not so random things

not so random things
exhaustingly
bright and hot

light is not my friend
heat is my sworn enemy
work sucks
again
nothing new there

a surprising amount of traffic
mostly trucks
i hate them
loud
noisy
fumy

bastards

be prepared
i’m gonna smack them
and they go and make a better

idiot

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missing
pen to paper
better late than

never

rusty
resisting the gravity
of fantastical
visions and
vibrations

wishing
something for

myself