March 31st, 2009

(NOTE: You think you’re random? This is what I did in my spare time.)

Here are some random things to write monologues (or songs? Maybe? No?) about

I want to feel loved

You can’t love everybody

I feel unloved

I feel alone, yet so divided from the lonely

I want you to look at me and say that I look beautiful today

The makeup hides my scars, while the friction stops the cars

I listen to too many love songs, so I pretend you’re the perfect one for me when you aren’t

You woke me up and you stopped my dreams for your own reasons

Being the bitch is better than being the doormat

You don’t see your mistakes

You’re so dependent on each other that you just can’t see anyone else

You feel as though you can convince me of something, when I’ve already made my decisions

I’m tired of always having to stop everything for you

Your insecurities consume you and it hurts me, yet it annoys me

I feel like you want me to shower you with compliments everyday, just so you can survive

I wish I knew the problems they had because they seem so perfect

I’m a poser, and I need your love

I want you to think that I’ve seen everything, can tell you anything, and know the nature of the world, but I’ve got no idea.

It’s all so beautiful, even though we usually just pass it all by

The imperfections are always the distinctions; in everything

You drain my energy like a blood mobile

Here are some random things to write monologues (or songs? Maybe? No?) about:

I want to feel loved

You can’t love everybody

I feel unloved

I feel alone, yet still divided from the lonely (open interpretation of difference between loneliness and feeling alone?)

I want you to look at me and say that I look beautiful today

The makeup hides my scars, while the friction stops the cars (human nature up against nature, not science, itself)

I listen to too many love songs, so I pretend you’re the perfect one for me when you aren’t

You woke me up and you stopped my dreams for your own reasons

Being the bitch is better than being the doormat

You don’t see your mistakes

You’re so dependent on each other that you just can’t see anyone else (relationship wise? third wheel wise?)

You feel as though you can convince me of something, when I’ve already made my decisions

I’m tired of always having to stop everything for you

Your insecurities consume you and it hurts me, yet it also annoys me that you take it out on me

I feel like you want me to shower you with compliments everyday, just so you can survive

I wish I knew the problems they had because they seem so perfect

I’m a poser, and I need your love

I want you to think that I’ve seen everything, can tell you anything, and know the nature of the world, but I’ve got no idea.

It’s all so beautiful, even though we usually just pass it all by

The imperfections are always the distinctions in everything

You drain my energy like a blood mobile