the most incendiary of verse/naive of assumptions/skewed of perceptions/awkward of misunderstandings/desperate of desires for unequivocal esteem.

11/1/09

but then again,

there is the kind of night where i'm proud to have done things i'm not proud of.
and the next day i want to tell everyone but there is no way i could explain it in my own words because no matter what it will come out wrong.
so i'm stuck being psyched for myself all in my own head.

at least someone is.
(less self-pity and more ironic self-awareness.)