So I was poking around the interwebz and found a bunch of stuff I wrote another-lifetime ago. Needless to say, it is odd (to say the least) to run into yourself like that. I immediately put on my dark glasses and backed away quietly before old-me pulled a shank on new-me and took off with my checkbook.
..But not before stealing these juicy snippets from my angst-ridden self..
From March 26th, 2003:
I saw it coming for miles- But I couldn’t stand moving my feet.I saw you moving in on me, But I refused to give up my seat.
As if I was craving the blow- I simply sat waiting on you.I simply sat needing your rage- I simply sat loving the cage.
I knew that the storm was approaching, but I sat at my open door.Your wrath rained down like thunder, and I simply sat asking for more.
I needed your anger to fill me, I begged for your wrong to feel right.
But you pushed in on my walls of submission- and crushed my desire to fight.
From April 2nd, 2003:
So you really are quite stupidAnd you really move this slow.What a truly sad conditionTo be living from so far below.So you really have no spiritHidden deep within your hide.And you actually serve no purposeAnd you in fact are empty inside.So when I ask you what it is you’re hiding,You’re not lying after allWhen you tell me nothing’s a secretYou simply have nothing at all.
And now, for your viewing pleasure, MrsMessiness, circa 1999:
…gather from that what you will.
And from a very artsy and creepy/concerning angle:
…apparently I was on fire a lot in 1999.
There. Now don’t we all feel better that the olden days are over?
I absolutely LOVE that last picture.
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