| .louie//turn
So when is it my turn to be happy?
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| .louie//wish
I wish I could have it go my way for once
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| .louie//manifesto
Okay vaginas, here's the motherfucking deal: I am a human being. I have feelings, I have a heart. I don't actively try to be a player or a jackass. All I want is a serious and legitimate relationship. If you're aiming to just play around, I'm not down. I'm getting too old for this emotional yo-yo shenanigans. I want security and integrity. I'm starting to think I'm becoming incapable of genuine feelings because of all the shit your kind has put me through. I've gotten quite jaded, but I'm still every bit as sensitive on the inside as day one; I've just learned to hide it, conceal it under my cold stare, shield the world from my tears with the unfeeling reflectiveness of my sunglasses.
So, really, cut me some slack. I don't want to deal with your bullshit anymore. Stop playing games with my mind.
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| .louie//irony
Oh, it just snowballs. Compounds. More and more and more. Pack it in tight, pack it in good.
Faster and faster we roll down the hill.
Accumulating more and more and more and more and more.
Insult to injury.
Kick me while I'm down.
Why does it always have to be this way?
I can handle one. Two. Three. Maybe.
I can't handle everything.
It's more than I can chew, and this time, I didn't even bite.
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| .louie//waiting
I always say that I'm not going to wait around anymore, not going to play that game, not going to strung out. I always say that, you know? I always say: "This time is the last time, " No more. No more sitting around waiting for something to happen, no more lying on my bed thinking about a billion and one scenarios. I'm tired of it.
But I'm a sucker. Because this time isn't the last time. It'll happen again, it's happening again. I'm waiting. And I can't get my mind off of it. I'm waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
So be here, be here now.
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