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.
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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.....