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Party Hardy
Why the fuck am I at this party?
What was the point of being here?
I feel like such a goddamn outcast
Sitting in the corner with a half empty cup
Was it the girls? No, they’re just an easy distraction
The booze? No, I can get plenty of that myself
The friends? No, I don’t trust anyone here
There’s only one reason I can think of
I’m here for the social hierarchy
To party with them, like a fucking rock star
Because I need to feel wanted
To feel like I belong to something
More than just a lonely night at my desk
But now that I’m here I am very scared
Sipping and sipping until the voices quiet
Letting the bass move across my body
Absorbing me from this horrible reality
Hearing sounds of laughter at my expense
As I crash to the floor in a drunken state
Phones out, camera rolling, I take to the stage
Running away, stumbling across the tile
Just leave me alone, I can’t take it anymore
I’m leaving, if I can make it through the door
Black out and I can’t remember a damn thing
My face laying down on the cold hard floor
My body aches and twitches as I get up
And I wonder. What was the fucking point?
What was the point of being here?
I feel like such a goddamn outcast
Sitting in the corner with a half empty cup
Was it the girls? No, they’re just an easy distraction
The booze? No, I can get plenty of that myself
The friends? No, I don’t trust anyone here
There’s only one reason I can think of
I’m here for the social hierarchy
To party with them, like a fucking rock star
Because I need to feel wanted
To feel like I belong to something
More than just a lonely night at my desk
But now that I’m here I am very scared
Sipping and sipping until the voices quiet
Letting the bass move across my body
Absorbing me from this horrible reality
Hearing sounds of laughter at my expense
As I crash to the floor in a drunken state
Phones out, camera rolling, I take to the stage
Running away, stumbling across the tile
Just leave me alone, I can’t take it anymore
I’m leaving, if I can make it through the door
Black out and I can’t remember a damn thing
My face laying down on the cold hard floor
My body aches and twitches as I get up
And I wonder. What was the fucking point?
Published 25th Mar 2013
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25th Mar 2013 8:26pm
26th Mar 2013 1:54am
^^LMAO @ BDOT! Bad suggestion! <-'giggles'
hey there C_Raven, I could actually feel your emotions! The questioning and reasoning with yourself as to WHY you're there. And even in your self depressed moment, you had no gratification or enjoyment!
Highly entertained! Written Amazingly! xo
hey there C_Raven, I could actually feel your emotions! The questioning and reasoning with yourself as to WHY you're there. And even in your self depressed moment, you had no gratification or enjoyment!
Highly entertained! Written Amazingly! xo
27th Mar 2013 1:44am
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27th Mar 2013 00:31am
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27th Mar 2013 1:45am
thanks hun, always appreciate and look forward to your feedback. You're the best <3
9th Apr 2013 3:30pm
Lmao sounds like parties i've been to and looking back it is like what was the fucking point
10th Apr 2013 1:51am
