Bad Kitty

Blood, and Sugar
2001-11-15 00:33:54 (UTC)

My fallen angel food cake has gone stale

What? Stale, fallen angel food cake? What's a fallen angel
food cake? It's when you put chocolate icing, bad chocolate
icing over spongy stale angel food cake. Well you ask, how
cares about that? I really don't, I'll eat it anyways. But
it's not like I care about anything anymore, my sister told
me she thought I couldn't sing very well, when singing was
my passion (among a few others.) I laughed, and kept
singing anyways. I don't sing for her. I don't care. People
tell me I'm ugly, I don't care, I don't appear in public
for them. I haven't really talked to my best friend in over
a month, I don't care. My parents hate everything about me
but that i'm their daughter, I don't care.
I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. Do you know
what it feels like to be emotionally numb? I don't, I can
laugh, I can smile, I can cry. Does it mean so much? Ha ha,
funny joke, was that a joke? Oh, sorry didn't mean to laugh
at your problems. Here's my shoulder, have a cry, I know
how important you are. Oh no problem we talk about me next
time, or something. I don't care. Now my damn fallen angel
food cake is even more stale, doesn't matter I'll just
throw it all up again later. Who needs food? I do, I need
to eat, but I don't need to digest. I have to go do the
homework I've been putting off all week, because I just
don't care.
Maybe I'll just swallow some asprin instead? I don't
care. Maybe use a razor instead, I don't care. But ha, ha
why would I do that? I can't die,wouldn't that be dumb,
since I have because so comfortably numb.
Maybe I'll just have another piece of stale fallen
angel food cake instead.
Love, Kisses, Doves, and Wishes;
The Bad Kitty





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