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Poltergeist or God, How Fucking Faggy/Emo Is This Post.

I don’t know what I’ve been feeling lately but it feels like being a ghost. Just flickering in and out of sight. Begging to be seen or heard by my living loved ones. I don’t even feel like a friendly ghost but rather haunting them. Bothering them. That’s what this feels like a haunting. I need to find some other spooks to be around because I don’t know if I can be alone like this. That is something I get from my Mom. I think she would die if she wasn’t around people. I guess I have died. Is this what death might feel like. Alone in a place you can’t leave and no one to make it bearable? I don’t know if I can just go around howling and knocking against things much longer before I just start fading. I’ve done it in the past, maybe that is what I need. Start finding other places to haunt.

Now they call me seven inch
Nowadays I’m doing nothing, sitting by the TV watching
Talking less and thinking of what adolescence learned
Hours passing the occasion, major lack of inspiration
Waiting for some fun to happen before it’s too late
Lonely days and lonely evenings, with a phone that never rings
Playing stupid games on my computer makes it worse
Now they call me seven inch
Sleeping longer, still I’m tired, studying less, no books have I read
Walking back and forth upon the carpet in this room
Every time I sit and call all the numbers on my wall
No one ever answers, it gets you in the end
Should be writing songs about it, or a diary note at least
Creativity, come back to me, I just can’t wait
Now they call me seven inch
Nowadays they call me, seven inch
Cowardice and phony, seven inch
For lots of different reasons, seven inch
Even in the free zones, seven inch
People call me seven inch, is this hell or heaven
Pinch my arm to see if I’m awake, I mean no harm, so
Give me a break, I’m just like sissy was in Carrie and
Missy was last summer, to anybody passing by I give my
Number, come on, take it slow, Jay-Jay, don’t try to
Push it, if you’re in a hurry you can blow it

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