Not since Aretha Franklin’s R-E-S-P-E-C-T have I seen so many artist’s spelling words in their songs. It’s like they are trying to convince themselves or convince their audiences that, yes indeed, they can spell. Yes indeed, they are smart enough to spell such difficult words.
Who knew that Danity Kane could spell such words as H-E-A-R-T or that said heart is oh so D-A-M-A-G-E-D? They are in such pain about their damaged hearts that they have to convey that message to you by spelling the words. It’s amazing that they even could muster up such words as their hearts broke into so many pieces. I mean really, I am utterly impressed that their vocabulary is so large.
Then there is Fergie who has begun to spell words in practically every song she sings. There’s G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S and D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S. Did we really need to know how glamorous or delicious Fergie is? Like we can’t tell by how much money she makes or simply just by looking at her. Also, if you cared to know Fergie is absolutely T-A-S-T-Y. Doesn’t that just make you want to go lick her epicenter? 
Now the saddest thing out there is that she even needs to spell her name outloud just in case she forgets. It’s F to the E-R-G the I the E. The poor dear doesn’t even remember how to spell her name so she has to remind herself daily. It’s either that or she wants you to never forget her name, not that the name Fergie is so familiar that you’d forget.
I don’t know who they are trying to please more, themselves or their audience. Do you ever wonder if while they are performing live they misspell the words that they are trying to spell. That would be pure entertainment in itself if they stumbled on the words trying to remember how to spell such words as delicious or tasty.
So in order to become famous, to make millions, to make it big you must whore out your spelling. You need to beg for R-E-S-P-E-C-T. You need to be D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S. Most of all you need to be G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S. Sing your spelling words adn you will earn millions.
She’s never felt more broken in her life. She looked in the mirror at her sunken in eyes and shuttered. She had cried for so long and so hard her eyes were not only bloodshot but her face was streaked with tear stained mascara. The thought of having to face people she didn’t want to be around made her tremble. She didn’t want to have to deal with the constant questions. Not tonight of all nights. Not tonight.
Underneath her hard exterior she was crumbling. She worked so hard to keep that wall up so no one could get in. The night they met though he changed her world. The words he said mirrored hers. It was so odd how they were so in sync with each other. The sadness in his words made her heart ache. She wanted to reach inside of him and show him the love he deserved.
The night that they sat on the rocks and talked for hours was heaven. She felt like things were finally in place. She felt comfortable. She felt normal around him. He rolled up his sleeves in mid sentence to show her how much pain he felt. One by one she traced the lines of his self inflicted scars wishing she could take them away. She gently leaned over and kissed them. Not just one scar but all of them. She wanted to show him tenderness. He deserved to know what it felt like to be wanted and not just discarded. She knew too well the feelings of hatred welling up inside.
As she kissed his scars she looked up at his face and saw peace. His eyes fluttered slightly but remained closed, soaking up the sweetness of her lips touching him. She wasn’t just touching him, she was kissing away the remains of torture. She was kissing his scars. He couldn’t quite fathom why she would do such a thing but he didn’t want the feeling to stop.
That night they stood there and shared something. They shared the hope that maybe things could be different. He kept telling her he knew he’d die by his own hand but at least for a night he was at peace. The cold brisk air penetrated their sweatshirts making them shiver but all the while refusing to move from that spot.
She believed him when he said he would eventually commit suicide. She looked in his eyes and saw the vacant look in his face. She saw the sadness and the pain from all the years of torment. She knew and she believed him but she wanted to show him tranquility at least this once.
The waves crashed up against the rocks and the salty air brushed against their noses. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. Looking up into his, he grabbed her chin and brushed his lips against hers as if questioning her, asking her if it was alright to kiss her. She gently returned the favor kissing his lips and never letting her embrace loosen. She wanted this feeling to last forever, even if forever wasn’t that long.
Now she sits here only a month later with tears welling up in her eyes. Lately the tears won’t stop. She only knew him for a short time, but in that short time he changed her life. She was so angry at him for actually going through with it even though the whole time she knew he was capable of it. She knew he was so full of pain that it was the only way he saw to end it.
So now she sits there, glancing in the mirror and reminscing of her brief encounter with an angel.
What’s the point anymore? I mean really, why the hell do I bother to help people when it simply bites me in the ass? I get bitched at for an hour. I get whined at about things that are unfair, unjust and wrong. So what do I do? I try and help the situation. I try to stand up for a friend and somehow I look like the asshole in the end. After all the bitching and after me posting trying to help I get don’t help me anymore. Why the hell did I do in the first place then? What was it’s purpose? I’m just proven again that it’s pointless to try and help people. It somehow gets turned around and I’m to blame for something that I had originally nothing to do with.
I’m really tired of feeling like a doormat. I’m constantly trying to resolve situations. I’m always trying to fix other people’s battles and problems. For what? For a headache and an irritable mind.
Don’t waste your breath trying to save people, mmk? Eventually you will just mess up your mind with other people’s drama. Don’t bother because when things fail or they seemingly change their mind you will be the one to blame.
Idiot.
I was lost in such a sea of self doubt and hatred. I was sucked into this vortex. It spun my head round and round, until I didn’t know which way was up. I feel like my life has been stuck like this for so long now. It’s just been spinning as if stuck on the spin cycle of a washing machine. The pain is never ending sometimes. Stuck in this limbo I felt myself slowly start to fade. Dirty laundry never comes clean, my life stays stained forever. Do you see the similarities??
I am a dirty person. I have created so much conflict within my life I don’t know if it’s worth fixing anymore. Some people say I’m heartless and some say I speak with too much passion. Should I be passionless instead of passionate? Should I walk through life with no feelings at all because too be honest with you, that’s where my life is headed? I feel myself just trying to void out all emotions, that way I don’t have to show I feel at all. I don’t want to feel if all I feel is pain. Why would I want to feel this way forever?
It’s amazing how heartless people are lately. I extend my thoughts and concern. I spread myself thin helping everyone else, but myself. The problem now becomes this: When I want to talk or possibly vent everyone fucks off. Isn’t it amazing how people can take, take, take but never offer a hand? I’m sick of feeling like a fuckin’ sponge. Screw it I guess and screw everyone that’s successfully pissed me off. You aren’t worth it at all.
