I'm not sure if I was nostalgic or feeling old about things I used to do on the internet and don't do anymore.

"Cybergrowth"

Like go on funnyjunk.com or miniclip.

"Cybernostalgia"

There is a generation of tweens who cannot understand evaluating/appreciating a relationship via MySpace top friends.

A person who went into a comma around 2k7 and just got out of it and logs into MySpace and is like "where did everybody go?"

I liked a girl once, and she liked me back but didn't want to be my girlfriend because she was only my 4th friend on my top friends. I'm pretty sure that was why.

But my headline and my song were about her so

I correlate Panic! at the Disco with MySpace

a person at the gym asked me
"what are you working on today?"

i thought i'd say
"my emotional stability"

but just "back and biceps"

i don't wanna be your friend request i just wanna be your lover

i want to watch bruce willis movies together on my bed
especially the fifth element
over and over again

always together and never quiet

i like to think of you cooking for me

you are the only top friend in the myspace profile of my heart

i had a dream where people put earbuds on as soon as they woke up
and instantly, their mp3 players would begin 'playing' an infinite loop of degrading, personal insults in a calm, authoritative voice
and everyone just left them on all day

it'd say things like:
"you are seriously the worst person i have ever met" or
"you're not good enough" or
"wow, your car really sucks" or
"you're broke" or
"wow, you are so fat and no one is probably ever going to like you"

commercials came up every once in a while

and people just walked around all day and did things while listening to it.

i judge people who aren't capable of judging themselves
seems humanitarian
like i'm making the world a better place
but my own life a little shittier

what a martyr.

i want to make people or one person feel so self-conscious around me that they either look for my constant validation or just do or think exactly like (they know) i would.

we'd be so happy

i mainly only want to kill myself when i'm alone

and it's all your fault

i can only look at your pictures when i'm drunk
and i hate it.

there's nothing to look forward to

"yeah, you're a fucking gangsta if you treat women like objects
you're at the top when you have a stupid amount of money"
and just like that,
they enslaved the youth

chasing after something that is unattainable,
and even if it weren't,
not fulfilling

so sneak that 60 inch screen cause you can
rub yourself against other shells of people
sleep with thirty different women because you can

pretend you're happy,
live empty and
die alone