Go Away

Sometimes I wonder why I bother putting my thoughts into words here. It's not like I'm going to make much of a difference.

People who do bother to read probably don't take me seriously.

But I'm serious. Dead serious.

Not that it matters. Most of you speculate about what I mean when I say this, when it's cleverly wrapped in cryptic metaphors. Maybe I'm kidding myself. Maybe the only one who thinks I'm intellectual is myself. You're just bored to bits, and so you click on that link that would give you instant amusement.

Me trying to be emo. Me trying to be angsty. Me trying to be deliberately morbid so that people don't just assume I'm all peaches and cream. I'm a wannabe, and you know my type through and through. I have too much time in my hands, and not much matter in the cranial area. Just a dumb blonde in a nerdy blogger's persona.

Maybe I am. Maybe I am all those things.

But just snap out of your stupid little illusions about life and just look at what i'm talking about. Just look. And for once, I hope you threw those I'm-having-a-hunky-dory-day-floral-stupid-silly-you-must-be-kidding-me-oh-my-gosh-lenses out of the window. You should have stamped of them, and lock those shards in a lead box that you would sink in the Atlantic. Because your idealism makes me sick.

And if you think that I'm just jealous because you're having a more positive state of mind, you're out of your mind. Thinking you have a state of mind at all? You must have had prozac on top of that happy gas you must have been inhaling for the past 20 years.

Snap out of it.

You know I speak the truth, no matter how many embellishments I add to it. You know I have a point, even though you don't want to believe it.

Oh, but what the heck, you don't take me seriously anyway.

I'll have those lenses you love so much, thank you. I do not have the time, or the energy to deal with your whiny nonsense. Go away.

Uno - Muse