SBR you are the only friend i have. In an environment wherein one is inclined to retain his anonymity, I have opened up and shared with my fellow SBR brethren what has been on my mind for quite some time now. You are my confidant,my electronic shoulder to lean on. I have divulged secrets to you that i would never say to anyone in real life. I thank you for taking the time to read my manifestos, many of which i typed with tears of deep sorrow.
I'm not the greatest looking guy in the world, if im not the ugliest man to ever walk the Earth I shure am the loneliest. I've never belonged with any particular "clique" - my identity is quite ambiguous and the luxury of not quite being identified with a certain group has, not surprisingly, worked strongly to my disadvantage when it comes to my experience with those lacking the Y chromosome.
If I was only given the chance....I would have loved you unconditionally, I could lie in bed all day, if you wanted to. Or I could stay up all night with you. I would stare into your beautiful eyes with the sole purpose of getting hopelessly, hopelessly lost yet id'e still feel at home. I dont know how to play the guitar to well but id'e write you a beautiful song if you inspired me.
Sometimes I just want to run to my mother's arms and weep hoping she will understand what i feel. But i cant do that anymore. Now I just sing to myself- but never loud enough for anyone else to hear.
I've seen all my dreams put in the ground. I'm a stark underachiever, a college dropout with a looming future in death. My contemplations with death I initially considered too frequent...but then it hit me. Death is nothing to be feared or dreaded; rather, death is something I look forward to with each passing day, eagerly anticipating new chapters in the great unknown.
I'm not the greatest looking guy in the world, if im not the ugliest man to ever walk the Earth I shure am the loneliest. I've never belonged with any particular "clique" - my identity is quite ambiguous and the luxury of not quite being identified with a certain group has, not surprisingly, worked strongly to my disadvantage when it comes to my experience with those lacking the Y chromosome.
If I was only given the chance....I would have loved you unconditionally, I could lie in bed all day, if you wanted to. Or I could stay up all night with you. I would stare into your beautiful eyes with the sole purpose of getting hopelessly, hopelessly lost yet id'e still feel at home. I dont know how to play the guitar to well but id'e write you a beautiful song if you inspired me.
Sometimes I just want to run to my mother's arms and weep hoping she will understand what i feel. But i cant do that anymore. Now I just sing to myself- but never loud enough for anyone else to hear.
I've seen all my dreams put in the ground. I'm a stark underachiever, a college dropout with a looming future in death. My contemplations with death I initially considered too frequent...but then it hit me. Death is nothing to be feared or dreaded; rather, death is something I look forward to with each passing day, eagerly anticipating new chapters in the great unknown.
