the end of fair weather

i could be livid
i suppose
i could be raging
i suppose
i could be firing thunder bolts
i suppose

anyway,
that's what the ppl are telling me

but somehow
i am not livid
not raging
nor firing thunder bolts
i just..
am

i know..
something is wrong :P

or mebbe its just the ultra calming influence of the piggy
heh heh heh

or maybe
its just that i rather that fair weather friends fly the roost earlier
and leave me in peace

of course..
not that i'm retaining that certain number in my hp
the psycho doc should rest assured

i think rather the opposite
i feel sad actually
sad for these ppl
ppl who have to hide a part of themselves
hide the deceptive ugly part of themselves not only from the world
but themselves too
poor them
it must be difficult to live with themselves
must be difficult to sleep some nights

but then..
that's not really my problem
and it would be the last thing on my list to worry about
I'd rather just chill out
I sleep quite well
thank you

*her chilled outness snuggles into bed*