fuck

May 09, 2007 01:50

i think even inatimate objects get sick of me whining and complaining

i had a few happy moments

and now im back to square one

welll kinda caught in the middle

and i hate to say it

but i tried my best atlogically thinking

and i came to the conclusion that everyone would be better off if i wasnt around

it would hurt for a while.

but they would find a better friend, a better girlfriend, a better kin,

and i want to call chase so bad

and tell him im falling apart.
and i dont know what to do.

and im so confused.

i just want to be compitent
and happy.
and able.

all three i am not.
=[

and there is so many knives.
and razors, glass, pills.
guns...

why arent you here to fucking sew me up. i was always here for you....

ppl dont care as much as i do any way

i will put my all and my everything out there

and they dont even notice....

i dont want to write a fucking paper....
i just want to sit down and cry.....
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