Day People by SeanBateman9
Six feet under... journal entry july 30 09 foggy - humid - warm Manhattan evening - late night... writing - connection - block - again - life - re-birth... thoughts spill in - out - pour forth... I'am not sure whats in my mind -- I dont think my mind ever truly belonged to me... I want peace - but I get noise... all the time noise... loud fking irritating - thoughtless - spam-noise... I know this is not my mind... the night is beautiful - I always thought that...always... night to me - was more beautiful than the day... all you "day" people can go fk off... your fascists - jumping around all day long in your fake -- a** happiness for how much you love the day... "go outside..." "It's such a nice day..." go outside... the day is too loud for me - the day is too bright - its blinding...to me... perhaps yes maybe Iam a vampire - I always came alive - in the night - I dont wish I was like other people - I'am not... I d...