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| User: | an_angels_loss (8633898) Confounded Mutterings of a Torn Creature
*searches for the band-aid for the Soul* |
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| Name: | an_angels_loss | |
| Location: | Kennesaw, Georgia, United States | |
| Birthdate: | 1983-12-08 | |
| Bio: | They Who made up all the rules We follow them like fools Believe them to be true Don't care to think them through And I'm sorry so sorry I'm sorry it's like this I'm sorry so sorry I'm sorry we do this And it's ironic too Coz what we tend to do Is act on what they say And then it is that way And I'm sorry so sorry I'm sorry it's like this I'm sorry so sorry I'm sorry we do this Who are they And where are they And how can they possibly know all this Who are they And where are they And how can they possibly know all this Do you see what I see Why do we live like this Is it because it's true that ignorance is bliss Who are they And where are they And how do they know all this And I'm sorry so sorry I'm sorry it's like this Do you see what I see Why do we live like this Is it because it's true that ignorance is bliss And who are they And where are they And how can they know all this And I'm sorry so sorry I'm sorry we do this lyrics by JEM If you are here, most likely you already know who I am. If you aren't here yet, then you don't and you shan't know me. I have another journal, but I'm feeling reclusive - no names. I don't know what this is yet. It may be the refuge I use while I temporarily delete my other journal. Do I want to go back there? Back to the hopes and dreams I used to have? Even as I write this, I feel -- full of sensibility and not so much of sense. Twirling around a giant taffy machine, part of me (the fool) will go one way and part of me (the Woman) will go another. Where and when they remain to be divided is yet the question. But it's time I changed. | |
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| Friend of: | 9: angeloflove, aslan_fan, dreaded_bliss, faetal, invisibleglue, ohsaycanyousay, okashii_garu, phrankenstyne, scream_baby | |
| Account type: | Plus Account | |

