Posted by bookgurl99 on February 14, 2003, at 22:52:05
Didn't get the job. Suicide springs to mind. For four years it has been one form of suffering or another. I moved to a new city, and since then numerous people have let me know in one way or another that they don't want to be my friend. My career, both at school and in the 'real world,' have stalled. I want to drill a hole in my head and let my brains spill out and become the garbage everyone sees me as.
How I feel:
Like a piece of paper a bar pick-up’s number is scribbled on before being shoved into a back pocket.
A lone lime-colored sock in the bottom of the dresser with no match. A two-for-the-price-of-one coupon for two for the price of one of something you don’t need or want. Hip glasses for a blind man. A box of sugar cubes at a diabetic’s convention. A hole in the head.
A To Do list from a year ago. A ballot cast for Gore in Florida. A tongue without a mouth. A word without a meaning.
I am the last crumbs of broken-off mint left in the bottom of the glass container at the restaurant, the pieces that no one, not even the desperately hungry bus boy, will eat.
I am a word of forgiveness once your beloved has died.
I am the flowers on the grave.
I am a broken bath tub. I am the vending machine that steals your money. I am worthless.
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