Lost My Grip

I feel like a lie.

A fraud.

People see me as a somewhat screwed up but generally good person.

I even get called "cute" and "sweet" a lot.

I've spent most of my life playing the part of the "good girl", the dutiful daughter, the dependable friend.

If they only knew. But then again, I guess some will know now.

I am all that is selfish and negative in the world.

I am hatred.

I am constant rage.

I am the person who never forgets and never forgives.

I am the person who never lets go.

It's all there, constantly boiling under the surface.

That's the brutal truth.

Everything else is just a facade.

Bad day

Bad mood.

Angry.

Insignificant.

Lost.

Alone.

Resentful.

All that is bad in me is bubbling at the surface.

I am two people. Sweet, silly, neurotic Amanda. Hateful, angry, bitter Amanda.

Who is the real me?

I'm drowning in bile.

We made brownies and I think we're dead!

Priceless.

I love the snort someone does in the background.

Damn you John Stewart!!!

*shakes fist*

Because of your show tonight I now have this song in my head. :-P

It's Sister Christian by Night Ranger in case anyone doesn't know.

sneaker pimps - six underground

Love this song. Can't find it on PureTracks....bummer.